NOSTALGIA#

Bittersweet memories....
running through my head
with this weak burn it carries
making me for a while...dead.

Having gone through it...
I now wish it never ends
but burn like hell's heat
although now I have to bend.

Oh! Those days I crave...
For they smell now like paradise
after feeling its grave
now I wish it never dies.




My Poetry*                                        Written by: Ajayi Awofe Olamide♣