Selective Memory's Destructive Power

Through the fog of time, memories fade, Selectively, they dance, a masquerade. They choose the fragments, both light and dark, A tapestry woven with a heartless spark. Tenderness vanishes, like morning dew, Only scars remain, vivid and true. Forgetting laughter, joy, and embrace, Selectivity memory breeds a barren space. A weapon disguised in forgetful guise, Tearing apart bonds with venomous lies. Selective memory, a double-edged sword, Both protector and destroyer, to its own accord.