His eyes as pure as the driven snow
and the warm memories and the remembrances
of summery times seems to be vanishing from my memory jar
but my memory jar doesn't seem to be emptying though
instead it gets fuller and fuller with new folds of episodes
and I question myself,
why am I being embraced by contentment when only yesterday
it had seem just as if I had lost a part of myself
then a similar voice from within shouted at me telling me that
I hadn't known what love was because
I had lost myself completely
in search for someone I could give all my loving
before having it first from myself
only then I would've known what losing would really feel like...
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BLINDED
Poetrywhen youre young a lot of things confuses you "blinded" is all about loving yourself first before loving somebody else .But were all humans afterall and we will have our own ways of filling our memory jars and its upon us which memory to never repla...
