A memory is just what you are,
You are someone from My past.
Someone who I used to know very well
But you are now replaced with this Memory
You are so different from my Memory
You are mean, selfish, a complete joke
You are pretending to be someone your not.
While in My memory you are kind
Sweet, gentle, helpful and full of joy
You were just a ball of sunshine
But yeah "were" as in past tense
You are completely different
You were a wonderful butterfly
Who somehow turned into a
Annoying
Pesky
Mosquito
I enjoyed the times when we hung out
But we don't anymore
All you care about is popularity
And
That guy that you like in your class
So you are now called a Memory
That suits you the best.
And I will never forget about you
Because you are my Memory
And I am your Memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem