As she walked into
Your phone gallery,
I started walking
Out of your memory.
Maybe i was taking
A lot of space,
But she, she is allowed
To take all your space.
Its funny how i can see your
Bright eyes
When you talk about her,
For me,
Now,
They are just blur.
But, i don't understand
Why i keep writing about this,
When i don't even care!
Maybe,
Your memories are the ones
I want to spare.
And to look back,
At some point in my life.
To make sure,
My life has been
Full of tides.
- H.S
YOU ARE READING
A-maze.
PoetryCaution - Poetry inside ❤ "The only way to get out of the pain is to write and read stuff which relates to your heart." - in the middle of nowhere and at the end of somewhere.
