Unrealistic dreams
Alike an unsolved mystery
Your existence in my fantasy
So clear ,yet so blurry
Such beautiful lies
I wanna believe and almost did
My favourite words
Coming from your lips
Having temporary illusions
Being victim of regular depression
Hours of overthinking
Feels like I'm sinking
Pictures hidden inside diary
Your dazzling smiles at me
My eyes are getting teary
The times we laughed carelessly
Are now just precious memories
The days we spent together
Are now my greatest treasure
Coffee never tasted this bitter
Searching for you among stars
How am I supposed to bear?
Your absence makes me suffer
Why nothing lasts forever?
None to hold me in future
Every dream is now nightmare
Because you only show up there
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryPetrichor (/ˈpɛtrɪkɔːr/) is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek petra (πέτρα), "rock", or petros (πέτρος), "stone", and īchōr (ἰχώρ), the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythol...
