For My Addicted Soul

My addicted soul;
Is fed in your memories;
Day in and day out;
It’s a constant kind;
of chaos;
making me smile;
and making me cry;
Days I wonder;
what if disappearing memories;
are terrified forever;
But the graceful mind;
Hold the thoughts;
In a golden cage of lined;
I daydreams;
mumble and grumble;
If I had a fair chance;
of someday;
you will turn alive;
for my addicted soul;


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