In Pursuit of Love

I sit here revive memory of past life The days we spent together When we had nothing but one other And you were all that I could call mine Now few things comes back Like waves to the shore They ways that I neglect The ways I took you for granted The assumptions of you always be there And then I fell from your grace which I didn’t wanted

Poem: Don't talk to strangers Poetry is an art form of storytelling, and I for one enjoy a good verse with few funny lines. Read and enjoy my mishaps in a cafe. Don't talk to strangers I sit in the ccd I look around I saw this old man stare He pulled up a chair Had grey hair with a condescending stare From which he looked at me intensely I tried to remember if I knew him from somewhere