04. Memory
My heart has been scorned and maimed,
leaving me to inflict pain.
It was all I knew, and so I burned.
Even if I loved you, I never learned.
You showed me colors I never knew,
flowers with meanings I don't have a clue.
You are the reminder of my fears and my marigold,
someone I knew I could no longer hold.
You'll love me forever, then you'll leave.
Your whispers of adoration I could no longer believe.
I fear that my colors are slowly showing,
and the inflamed wall that I built is disappearing.
To kiss you for years,
not to end up in tears
is my only wish to the stars
as I wonder, do you also think of me from afar?
I wish to be with you if all these are true.
I painted your canvas blue, but this time I want you.
You mend my soul with your touch.
You held my soul and never judged.
Even if there was a lot to loathe and despise,
you don't know whether you will accept my passion or my rage, still you compromised.
A soul like you never deserved to be in my war,
and to see your arms wrapped around me
leaves me to admire your silent but fierce love,
your feverish touch that I always shoved.
One day, I decided that I could no longer hold on.
One more kiss, and I know you'll never be gone.
I'd rather believe in what my head says than you to leave me too in the railways.
I want to believe your love was nothing but to leave me in misery.
I kissed you and left to become a memory.
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