Voices Inside My Head

Room of Reminiscence

In a room filled with echoes of the past,

Choices are made, emotions cast.

I may run towards my current flame,

Yet my eyes linger on an old name.

Longing gazes, whispers of wishes,

Yearning for love that never diminishes.

Hoping that in the room's next turn,

I'll run to the one for whom my heart will yearn.

A desire to love without lingering glances,

Pure and free from old romances.

In the next room, I aim to find,

A love that leaves the past behind.