Memories are addictive,
They stick like a leech,
U move away every time,
And each time you weep.
You wake up at nights,
Remembering conversations,
Searching reasons for those fights.
Like silent whispers in the dark,
You only think of them ,
When it matters and they mark
Grow deeper and richer ,
Everytime you take a sip,
Its like starting to drink a pitcher.
Some wierd and old,
But each one tells a story,
One we treasure like gold.
Memories will always stay,
Even if you don’t voice them,
They shine, like the sun in may.
Some memories you could forget,
Cause those hurt the most,
Ones you love, but partially regret.