BETWEEN ME AND MY PAST

I do not know where to start from, it was all gone too far for me to remember the past. All the memories, the bitter sweetness of love, poignant and getirnya live like a color that adorned my journey. Too good to be remembered, too sweet to be forgotten.

Ebb and flow of love, pain and happiness that sometimes makes me want to return to the past. I wish I could turn back time, I would never do that mistake. A crassitude me to lose my youth.

Regret is never coming in early, futile cry for what had happened. Time passed, and never stopped until the time we die ..