Reminders of Him
Nostalgia makes me feel wight,
he makes me fright.
I have tried to seek help of his,
but he just sets me free.
I have frowned,
I have fought,
but he didn't try to give it a thought.
I have cried,
I have tried,
But we just happen to divide.
Our paths have been closed,
I guess we are not supposed.
Copyright © Sourya Godavarthi | Year Posted 2023
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