Flasbacks

Those flashbacks often 
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.

And then those memories fall, 
releasing the tightly held strings
 & then what happened next 
have been confined only to myself. 
These flaccid strings 
stretched to such an extent 
that they usually choke
my almost doddering heart.

first lovefor herimagefree verse

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