Souvenirs

Am putting them all in a box

Those memories of you

A few mails and messages

A photograph or two

 

Letters you will never read

Songs you won’t hear me sing

The smiles, tears and all those fights

Am keeping everything

 

Pages that I have scribbled on

The night I stayed up fearing for you

Reminders that this wooden heart

Once brimmed with love too

 

I hope you have a box for me

Where you’ll store all my flaws

To remember me by , if ever….

The crazy girl that was .

 

— that mishmash

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