#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 onto my memory of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Everyone who comes to me ...
I miss everything that is written ...
Every stroke on this paper ...
Always makes me even more clueless about my future ...
I still feel in my past ...
Still Stuck on promises, which are in this book ..
May the happy cry be the end in the future I read it again ...
© DannySetiawan