#missyou #poetsworth

Mind plays a time travel game,
Going back to our time immemorial,
When we used to sing songs that're fame.
Now we're far apart being lame.
The cloth we used to cover
While playing with water is still wet ,
Along with my pillow and eyes.
Now all I do is cover me with blanket,
To protect me from another hurting flame.
We're gone either because of nature
Or for some...