When she rummaged through her cupboard,
Her palms clasped something
She never wanted to open ;
She felt everything but tranquil,
As her palms like thoughts,
Wandered over her cupboard akin heart ,
Filled with memories;
And commemorated her the days ,
She struggles to come out from ,
Over those she cherishes,
And drowned her
in the awful memories !
YOU ARE READING
Her Thoughts...
PoesíaPoem ? I don't know Just weaving my thoughts... Picture credit : Pinterest
