• riyamehra 13w

    With words new,
    We filled up those diary pages,
    Writing all those stories,
    Hidden inside our hearts in cages..
    Away from the crowd,
    Away from everyone,
    Standing there; we two
    Penning down our stories, such a fun!
    Now as I go back in time,
    Away from everyone; confined
    Bringing the past back to life..
    Lost in memories; dead but alive.
    Because now no one left to write,
    New old stories,
    From those cages..
    In my diary's vacant pages..
    ©riamehra