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

And every touch which soothed my heart,
Every cry that wrinkled it,
Every kiss that relaxed my body,
And every grip that ruined it.

Every scar which is now healed,
Every secret which was never told,
Every whisper which sealed my lips,
Every laugh the book can hold.

Every melodrama which has happened,
Every mess that we created,
Every toy which I have played with,
And every ponytail which I have braided.

Every mistake I have ever done,
And everyone I betray,
The pages of my old book,
Hold these memories of yesterday.
© Rishita