our memories are written in pen

memories are like essays
they are written in pen or pencil
strong memories are written in pen
pencil memories are easily erased


my memories of us are deeply written
by the ink of a gentle pen
it is almost impossible to erase
only hiding them i can manage


why is it so complicated
all i want is how we used to be
no wounded or bleeding heart
that caused me so much sorrow


i thought our happiness will last
as long as ink need to fade
but i was fooled by my own feelings
this was all simply fake