Old Thoughts

We grow old easily in this revolving place

We suddenly crack but never fade

We blast into tiny pieces but we still continue to stand and love

Together we stand

Divided we fall

We devastate others as we continue to be with them

We blast ruined things,

Feeling numb

Life’s really hard

We create scars into others hearts

We impaired them unintentionally

But it’s for them to be strong

We have different vintage collections

Old-fashioned fuzzy things

Different obsolete materials

Yet, we seemed to pile like abnormal

The heart might be old

But people keep on changing it as time passed by

We keep remembering the past

The lost...

The forgotten past...