Sweet memories of
of the rose-coloured past.
They became dead roses.
Tag: past
The Past
You stare into the mirror, hoping for something different.
The person in the mirror is you, and you know who you are now.
It took the broken pieces of your past to come together, just like this mirror, for you to see clearly.
You look into the mirror and say, “Well, a bit of foundation will do.“
C & K 