On a Dusty Shelf

In every mind,
there sits a dusty shelf...
On which memories lay...
[Like the dust,]
you should probably get rid of them,
but you've become used to them...
No matter how much they torture you,
[like the dust is an allergy]
they are still your memories...
And they can stay...
At least a little bit longer...

[dunno why or how.. sue me]