Dear time,
Do not steal my memories until I phrase them down.
Dear memories,
Do not fade away until I write you down.
Dear mind,
Do not get changed subconsciously,
That I wipe those pangs of anguish
Which reminds me of my naive and true self.
Dear heart,
Do not be so tired of holding it all,
Before I turn it into poetry,
It'll wash away.
Dear tears,
Do not rain so heavily,
All these things I've held for years
Shall wash away
Before I turn them into the ink of my pen.
Dear anger,
Do not turn yourself into fire,
That I shall burn all the love
In that flame of agony
Before pouring it out.
Dear Life,
I do not want a second chance to live.
Rather, I want to immortalize this
Through the memories I lived.
So don't let me forget
What I had
Before I write it down.
Dear time,
Do not steal my memories
Until I phrase them down.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
PoetryInk and Rhyme: A Teenage Poet's Diary invites you to join me on a heartfelt journey through life's emotional landscape. This collection captures the essence of fleeting childhood memories, the soothing comfort of rainy days spent gazing out the wind...
