Memorabilla

Returning to that special place/person/memory you use to call your own.

Running through the grassy fields

Where we use to hold hands

Oh when there was love, I wish I could

Go back to those compassion filled days of childhood

This place we had once called our own

Now destroyed with chipped concrete and rotten limbs

Hurt not worth the burns, too many times.

It’s always my fault; falling for the lies

It’s sabotage! I know, I do.

Please stop hiding under fake camouflage.

Let’s go back to how it all was

When we were kids, only felt for Love.