When I fail to find happiness in today
I seek memories of the past
Though, all that they offer as a gift
Are waves of nostalgia
They assault me with whispers of the happy times
Back when all I thought I knew was joy
When pain was staring me in the face
And laughing at me
At my innocence
At my kindredness
At my soul
Visiting places that used to be a haven
Like my grandmother's house
Where I grew up
That used to be happy
Only succeed in detonating bombs of nostalgia in my heart
And making me want to cry
BUT NOT ANYMORE
NOT
ANYMORE
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
