Gearing back to my history,

I find a different me.

When My only companions were

My tears, regrets, sticky memories!

Fool !! Was I to let myself preserve

Those days with the belief that:

"I found my happiness", but it didn't

Take much time to remind me that:

"Don't rush in anything".

These things are now piled up; 

in heaps Of dust and dirt. 

Yes! Anyone can blame me with the

Sentence: " you're not taking care of it".

Yes, I don't because these are useless,

Things whose memories used to pierce me;

Every time I tried getting close to them.

Gearing to the present: 

I now see myself as a girl who just

Longed for little happiness from those things

But those things didn't prove me right!

These things are best in the past because

Not all histories are Charming.