#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way

The pages of my old book,
Hold my seem unachievable goals.

The pages of my old book,
Hold the symphony of grief and pain,
Narrated all my agony in a hue,
That only a shattered soul,
And sacred heart can read.

The pages of my old book,
Hold the love,
The life,
I yearn for.

The pages of my old book,
Hold the lovable and exciting memories,
That was engraved in the deepest part of my heart.

The pages of my old book
Hold the meaningful life I wanted to live.
© Humairoh