I don’t like to argue
So I’ve always been very careful
It’s easy to take the lead and disparage myself,
But it’s all in vain
I always believed that it was best
Not to have a tragic past
But meeting you
Made me realize something important
Beauty doesn’t mean to be free of scars
It’s a miracle to be scarred and loved
We haven’t even begun to live our lives,
To know the ups and downs
But we can live in this irreplaceable present,
Treasuring each and every day,
Looking back and smiling on faded memories,
And call them ‘vintage’
I don’t have a particular favorite color
But what if life was a painting?
I’m sure I’d love whatever color appeared
From building up layers of time spent with you
Hold on to the shining feelings in the space between emotions
Even if my memories are
Crumpled up, unusually
Rusted, peeling, I won’t try to cover them up
That in itself is a dear miracle
We haven’t even begun to live our lives,
To know the ups and downs
Treasuring each and every day,
Looking back and smiling on faded memories,
And call them ‘vintage’
As memories keep piling up, one day they’ll be more numerous than the stars,
I’ll be happy they’re overflowing
I’ll try to find words to explain it,
So as not to distort my mind
As the days go on, as I am with you now