I always look for you,
Even if you have left me,
Why, I do it?
You should be my past,
Forgotten and ancient,
Not remembered in nostalgia,
But to be repressed in a small corner,
Forgotten, in my mind palace.
Why do you still come out of that closet,
Always coming and spoiling my present?
written on: 25/11/18
Poet's Note: Again, another untitled! I guess I don't know how to make a good title. Please do suggest some!
And do comment on how are the poems. Constructive criticism is appreciated!
