The wintry night, we stood inches apart, you got me trembling in my leather boots, is forgotten. The starry night, we dated at the park, our feets swayed on the grass as we danced barefoot is forgotten. The rainy night, we took shelter under a tree, we rubbed, dried our lips off as we drank from each other's lips is forgotten. The candle night, we hung out at my place, we blew the candles one by one and let our desires come to light is forgotten. The lonely night, I write my heart out, with a hope to forget what should be forgotten will be forgotten. A poem on Forgotten 6/365 #forgottenpoem #yqbaba #yqpoetry #yqtales #aboutnights #writingresolution #365days365quotes