Memories,
In my minds closet,
Or outfits neately folded....
I take them out,
When I wish,
Some so livid,
Textured, coloured,
With bling,
Sometimes pricking.....
Some soft, warm,
Comfortable,
Wash after wash,
And sleepishly dreamy....
Memories,
In my minds closet,
Or outfits,
In vain and desperately,
I try...
To put neately inside,
But they still come,
Flooding out,
And create,
Such a mess......
Thanks to Ali Adamson for his comment which made me add the last stanza.
maitreyee joshi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-348/
