Memories
Memories
The memories that fade,
Are enough to be gulped with lemonade.
But the ones that stay,
Are like the blood in your veins.
They don't get blur,
But keep circulating,
After all, at that time,
You were enjoying.
The memories that fade,
Are enough to be gulped with lemonade.
But the ones that stay,
Are like the blood in your veins.
They don't get blur,
But keep circulating,
After all, at that time,
You were enjoying.