The Old You Poem by Laura Chandra

I’m freak just to know where you put the pictures
The old you-you used to be
I want to see that childish handsome face
I want to see that sweet charming smile
But all I can see is the way you left
the way you’ve changed
and do you know?
I’d curse myself everytime I feel I do missing you
I teach myself how to forgive
To teach me the way I have to forget
But I just can not erase this affection
I’m led back into past tense, still can not to move on
The new me still loves The old you.
Yeah, still.