5.18

That Sunday
Almost a year ago
But forever burned into my memory.

Not in a bad way,
But not in a good either.
My heart can never forget what I felt
On That Sunday.

I almost wish the memory was gone,
But I never want to give it up.
So, it's in my mind for the keeping,
Any time I wanna see it again.
do I really wanna see it again?
I think I miss That Sunday.

I wish things since then had turned out different,
I wish I was still that happy.
But, I gave up a lot of things That Sunday

I gave up my strength,
My ability to choose,
My heart,
My sanity,
My happiness.

Had I known then what I know now,
Would I still have done what I did,
On That Sunday.

I want to chase away the memories
I want them to be here always.
I can't choose what I really want.

I think what I really want,
Is to go back, way back to
That Sunday.