Monday, February 21, 2011

Memoirs of the Past

Time is very fast
You can't notice
Its past breakfast
I miss you

This poem doesn't make any sense
As of the moment
You, who is reading now
is curious on what I'm going to say

This is it.
Time is fast
So is you
I miss you now
Come back to me

Hugs, kiss and morning caresses
Is just a dream for me now
Letting me go
is the biggest disappointment of you

If you can read this
Please give me back
What I gave you
in my Dreams.


  1. I wonder who she is and why she left ... I actually got what you were trying to say ... or I think I do anyway

  2. Its time to let her go. :-(
    that is life per se.