Things are better left, in my memories, because, some of the things, are better when they’d, started, and, they’d not, ended that well at all………
Better left, in my memories, because, memories have this way, of fermenting things, making the events of your lives, get more and more, distant from you, and when you look back, the moments of trying times, stopped feeling, so trying to you.
the only thing I can do for you…photo from online
Better left, in my memories, the life we would’ve, come to share, or at least, that, is how I like to, imagine it, because, you are, no more, and, so, I’d, buried you, inside that freshly dug up hole, in my memories, and I still, get to visit you, anytime I want to, my love.
Better left, in my memories, because, rather than living inside this, HARSH reality where you no longer, exist, I’d much rather prefer, living inside my mind, where you and I are, holding hands, happy together…
something I can’t even have!!! Photo found online
Better left, in my memories, and that, is where you will be, my love, you are taken from me, a long, long, long, long, long time ago, just like how I’d been, stolen too, but, I’d, found me back, I just, couldn’t, save you, because you are, not meant to be…………
So, here I stand, feeling this, nonexistent baby bump (uh, get REAL here!!!), inside of me, and I no longer feel sad!