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.