Forgetting is in vain
memories will be not washed away by the rain
or buried by the sand of time.
Counting the ciphers of tears I've spread
is hard to know
that each one
is a dream I left behind or forget.
I've burned to ashes and reborn thousands of times
the fire marked my soul
and my heart ablaze
with the only letter I never regret to send.
We are what we are
we can't be otherwise
our soul in entwined
but our worlds set us apart.
