Summer Vibes Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Why do I always seem to reminisce of the broken heart,
Past of which was shredded to pieces,
Pain with every tear,
Tears with every thought,
Never sought.

The tears, they act as a stream.
Flowing directly from the past,
They act so blissful.
What a predicament…

I shouldn't be this sad I am too young,
Yet some my age,
Raise youth.
What am I doing exactly?
Taking it slow…

It never seems to make me sure.
Every encounter of love…
Left in ends.
Nothing seems everlasting,
Am I not searching?

I hate the memories they leave,
I never understand their aspects,
Prospects?

Nothing seems to work,
Nothing seems to content,
Nothing seems to mend,

The me who has been bent, till' bend can,
no more...