A crumpled piece of paper lying in the dustbin,
Discarded away to be lost in oblivion.
Never to be read again,
Left to rot in the hands of time.
The content on it being my past,
Memories of days gone by.
Torn from my book of life with my own hands,
Pages that I do not wish to read again.
Better left to be buried with time,
Forgotten as the days pass by.
Like the crumpled piece of paper in the bin,
Lies my memories,moments and sins.
