A Reminder Of What Was
I want to believe change is beautiful,
still memories stain me with teardrops;
A stinging reminder of what was,
I’m left stumbling around in the past;
Still memories stain me with teardrops,
blurring my vision of the present;
I’m left stumbling around in the past,
stop staring at that old photograph!
Blurring my vision of the present,
black and white is no match for color;
Stop staring at that old photograph,
look forward it is not coming back;
Black and white is no match for color,
relish the moment while you can;
Look forward it is not coming back,
you can try but it will always fade;
Relish the moment while you can,
a stinging reminder of what was;
You can try but it will always fade,
I want to believe change is beautiful.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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