Poems of a Life..

Old..

“Throw up your old things,

They're just burdening you..”

That's what I did..

But I think with the wrong thing..

I miss my old..

Old self..

My.. reality?

I've tried to resume my identity..

But..

“The things.. you've already thrown up..

Are lost.. forever.”

To think.. that, our lifes are real..

Think twice, next time before throwing up things..

The end..

Hi, I know y'all miss me guys 😘...

I'm just.. tired these times.. but I'll try to do other poems at times.. ♥️