Memories are a total mess,
still they seem to be so less.
They are the dried flowers,
whos' smell still feels like heavenly showers.
They can never fade,
because they are moments which we made.
People try to run away from the memories that haunt,
but they always come back like the societies taunts.
Some makes us smile and make that curve on our face intense,
Some gets our eyes watered and make us tensed.
Killing and building our souls,
memories are our worst loop holes.
Memories are a total mess,
still they seem to be so less.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
