I can remember,
A time when I was free,
A time when I was relaxed.
But nothing gold can stay.
It left as quick
As it came.
Thinking about that time
Brings me,
Pain.
But those memories,
Deep down,
Are also sweet.
I can cry,
From happiness
And
Sadness
At the same time.
I want to get rid of them
And keep them
At the same time.
Those memories are a testament
To my life,
Painful,
Or
Happy.