Ring

My silver ring,
It is a memories ring.
All I recall,
All my memories,
I remember them by looking into it.
I see what I saw,
I fell what I felt,
I also remember the musics I was hearing in that moment.
But it won't bring me back those moments.
If that was possible,
I would say I won't want them back,
But probably,
I would think I want.
This life is so strange.
We,
Sometimes,say one thing,
And think other,
Just to don't admit the truth,
For fear or something.
But we shouldn't do that,
We should always say the truth,
Because, later we wil think that we should have done other thing,
And that we've done will become a memory,
Like the others,
A memorie to recall,
To think about,
To learn with,
To never do the same mistake again.