{"id":463,"date":"2025-01-18T08:34:32","date_gmt":"2025-01-18T03:04:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/?p=463"},"modified":"2025-02-20T08:40:44","modified_gmt":"2025-02-20T03:10:44","slug":"memories-i-had-with-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/2025\/01\/18\/memories-i-had-with-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories I Had with You: A Journey Through Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Tonight the wind feels so cold,<br>Reminding me of everything that\u2019s grown rusty and old\u2014<br>But not the memories I had with you,<br>Oh no, not the memories I had with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Why do I need a pen in my hand,<br>When my poem has already turned quite bland?<br>But not the memories I had with you,<br>Oh no, not the memories I had with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I dived too deep into my feelings; now my eyes can&#8217;t sleep,<br>No matter how hard I try, I still hear my words weep.<br>There was a time when dazzling eyes<br>Painted my blue skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As time flies, we broke our ties,<br>But not the memories we shared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Everything and everyone will come and leave.<br>Our souls will sing,<br>And our hearts will grieve.<br>I may sound naive,<br>But in the end, you\u2019ll perceive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight the wind feels so cold,Reminding me of everything that\u2019s grown rusty and old\u2014But not the memories I had with you,Oh no, not the memories I had with you. Why do I need a pen in my hand,When my poem has already turned quite bland?But not the memories I had with you,Oh no, not the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-463","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-all-writings"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/463","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=463"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/463\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":571,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/463\/revisions\/571"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pennedbywordsmith.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}