Memories of past,
Frozen in time.
My present,
Full of confusion.
I look forward,
And I get busy,
Want the same flow,
The same living in the mo.
When people mattered no more,
And everyday,
Exciting and no less.
I wanna take the controller,
And hit rewind,
Back to the olden summery days.
The times which I treasured.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Painful Plea
PoesiaI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
