#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way,
Every heartbeat that stopped in a rush,
Every dream behind a nightmare,
Every wish I blew in yearly candles,
Every right I lost to a glass of approval,
Everything that may and may not have crossed your mind,
Has crossed my mind as I breathe,
As I live,
As I sleep,
As I hope to die,
These pages hold memories,
But they don't hold serenities.

© Thalia Noya