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.
I wonder who she is and why she left ... I actually got what you were trying to say ... or I think I do anyway
ReplyDeleteIts time to let her go. :-(
ReplyDeletethat is life per se.