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Pages of old book
#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Held my heart like a toy,
turned the yellow rusty pages of my love.
Every moment was worthless,
every want made me rude.
My pulse was over the bridge,
my blue sky was painted.
Emotions were buried, my heart screamed.

The pages of my old book,
turned my life upside down.
Zephyr was flowing,
but the movements were scarse.
I wanted to fly,
but the azure was limited.
"My heart was pumping but
my ribs were fallen".
The tower of expectations killed the very me.

© ersheen