She wears a long black gown -
A sign of memory
For people who drown
In reality,
For people who didn't have time
To accomplish what they had to do...
It's a harsh world at times -
They keep haunting you.
Memories
Of the most sunny days,
Memories
Of sweet summer rays,
Memories
Of games in a Friday pub,
Memories
Of lectures in a forgotten hub.
She wears a long black gown,
Almost like a nun,
A sign of recognition
For people who would shine like the Sun,
And their sundown was too abrupt...
There was a tragedy
On their way to interrupt
A pulse of a human being,
Leaving those alive with a bitter feeling...
Memories
Of the most sunny days,
Memories
Of sweet summer rays,
Memories
Of games in a Friday pub,
Memories
Of lectures in a forgotten hub.
*The picture is taken from a service called pinimg.com, and I would like to give credit to its respective owners.
