I Heard, come what may We would revisit those spaces, Once cherished and left midway For, the memories, they pull. Those incomplete sweet nothings Crooned together with a certain heart Which we wanted to make our own, And the words that trailed off with a lump in throat When the same slowly and painstakingly Faded out of the frames, Yet, lingers somewhere deep down In half closed morsels. Don’t we long to complete those half seen Dreams again?! To mend a heart that’s broken in shreds? Don’t you dream to reignite a Spark that failed to flame? I do.. Still..
Ceramic memories and terracotta pain; the injured crypt ultimately got opened. At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine ritual for a nameless martyr. The sword within him was not used and pubescent bomb went unexploded. You leave a
Mirror was shattered By a single crevice. Those dusky eyes are places Where truth lies. Silent as night was my fate But then those footfalls Captured me to enervate. Wind turned the pages Of a story forsaken. Words had some
Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate
In a world where a hold is placed on perspective, and accomplishment is marked by material things. Never lose your inner child. In a world where everyone grows up and forgets the things that make them happiest, never lose your