Memories 🍁

You were the lightening

I was the tree,

Your words were the fire

That burned the best parts of me.

You were the frightening

I was the little kid,

Your outcomes were the symptoms

From which I can’t get rid.

You were the documentary

I was the folder

You were the summary

I was the tolder
You were the memory, I was the holder.

By : Anjali Satyarthi