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