Down memory lane
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Loading ...Walking down memory lane,
I remember the good old days,
Life was different exciting & fun
then what it is today.
I had one too many a friend,
and did say”
“Girl you walk with your heart on your sleeves”
Was I just vulnerable to those vultures?
but they said I broke many a heart.
For they all fell prey to me.
I was just a fun loving girl
full of life in me
I did no wrong, and enjoyed life with a song.
It was then I thought that
I had met my prince charming,
and fell in love with him,
I fell prey to his sweet talk and charm,
alas our love did not last too long,
For he did not belong to me
but to another.
My heart was broken and I was shattered,
for me I felt like life came to a standstill.
I was hurting from within
and knew that I was smitten by the Love Bug.
Oh to remember that day it hurts,
This was Life and I had to move one
and find yet another.
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Thanks for the comment Shalu…
You write well and I am sure you’d better yourself even better…
The best of you is yet to emerge,
but carry on and into feelings submerge.
For emotions truly felt would come out nice,
like as one comes out clean from his vice.
Your bygone days is a granary,
from where you can collect fine jewellery.
Down the memory lane lies your treasure,
unearth it and find its true pleasure.
Write about experiences varied and many,
of how you felt and your life’s irony.
You can write about betrayal and trust,
of beautiful experiences you must.
I would have continued but someone has come,
but remember the promises of what you can become.
I got to go now, am in hurry,
just keep on writing don’t worry.
I would be there watching you,
as you write something new.
Poetry is pleasure. hope you understand,
as you write things and comprehend.
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