In the dusty shelf laid an album old,
As I flipped the pages all the memories flooded uncontrolled.
I noticed those shiny smiles,
felt it even from distant miles.Dancing in the rain to the pranks in the gas stations ,
Me being your " fake gf " to get you out of certain situations,
Watching the puppies of the park grow,
Or just riding in your uncles jeep to and fro.I have all the pieces of memory collected and secured,
Of the times we were teens to adults full matured.
Those moments still live inside my head;
along with all those words you said.Turning the pages, all the reminiscence came alive ,
I chuckled at how fast the time flew bye,
Those days felt like yesterday,
And now see, we are adults living our own ways.Really, I wish to recreate these moments again,
But can't forget the words that caused pain,
Feeling melancholic I stopped turning further,
I pray, you are weaving better memories with her.
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My Melancholy (Poem)
PoetryMelancholy is strong, but my art is stronger. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Melancholy in my tears, as they flew through years, Melancholy in my veins, Playing hurtful games. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•...