Temporary Escape
Still stuck with this buzzy feeling,
New memories creeping in,
All too fresh at the back of my mind:
Every turn and every sign.
I don't think anyone could,
Or if anyone would
Want to let go of today,
When all problems vanished away.
Please don't stop the tape
From rolling our temporary escape;
How I wished they'ed roll forever
And ever...
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2016.
YOU ARE READING
White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
