it's a nice
place to visit.
the past, that is.
look how you've romanticized
the time,
the age,
the loves that you had.
it's a rosy
colored lens you peer
through,
and make believe that life
was so wonderful
back then,
but it's a nice
place to visit
once in awhile
on a grey
cloudy day, the rain
falling
gently on your mind.
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