Memories of What It Used To Be

Childhood, the part of my life that felt so perfect
Leaving only snippets of perfection lingering on my mind
Memories of what it used to be

Christmas, simply magical in the eyes of a five-year-old
Holidays, gazing awestruck at everything towering above
Sleepovers, starting with pillow fights, ending with yawns
Family, positively perfect with the superheroes I adore
Memories of what it used to be

The tedious ache, feeling it all tear away
Shredding the canvas that once held the perfect picture
All that remains are just memories of what it used to be

Alone, standing at the edge of hope
Hitch hike, by the side of the dusty road
Late nights, tossing with quiet thoughts screaming to be heard
Family, torn apart by an ugly scene
All that remains are just memories of what it used to be.

Alethea Tan
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