His life is a prison.
– His heart is caged.
A long gone lover,
– whose memory has aged.
He couldn’t hurt,
– the one he care.
Category: Poetry💘
“Letters you once wrote…”
Letters you once wrote.
affectionate gestures,
– ‘feelings in quotes.’
Still lies between the pages
– of my old diary.
Safely secured.
A short tryst of reverie
A short tryst of reverie,
Down the lane of memory
they sat in contentment
In silence of their preference.
Beneath the stars by the woods
Dwelt in their deeds of goods.
