I want the lost time back,
The lost laughter back,
The noise of chatters,
And the sound of claps,
I want that back,
Why can't I go back,
And bring those times,
The times when we danced,
And joked,
And didn't know what sadness meant,
Maybe I took it for granted then,
But I have understood it now,
I've regretted enough,
Bring back those days,
Bring back the lost joy,
I can't bear the silence,
The quiet tears,
In everyone's eyes,
As the time passes,
Our hearts break,
And nostalgia fills our minds,
But at least we have the memories,
To hold onto,
To hope for in the future,
So even if the room is empty now,
It's filled with the ghosts of past.
The ghosts that help us live.
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Quickies
PoetryQuickies when you don't have time to read but can't control the urge to read. The chapters would take only a few seconds to read. This book is a collection of extracts. Or short poems. All the edited version would be on my instagram. Id - escapades_...
