I'm sitting in a bench
under the lamppost
in the park.
Hearing humms
of romantic birds
above my world
filled with dark.
The filling of tranquility
shattered by insanity.
I remember the moment
when fate declared
you and me.
The moment of love
that came from
the both of us.
A bench who earned
our glorious feelings
that forever lasts.
Shape of laughter
that we gained
every second of the time.
Sweeter than chocolate,
flowers, songs, poems
and rhymes.
You are the one
who made
my definition of love.
You gave me happiness
and tears I always wanted
to have.
You became the mist
of light upon my evenin'.
You always painted
my blue skies into golden.
This playful scenario's
nothing but now a memory
For I cannot sit back
to the bench of glory.
And trees witnessed
the leaves of mine falling
from my eyes.
Because our lamppost
isn't standing anymore
for us.
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ПоэзияThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
