A sentence that was spoken.
The feeling that lingers.
Inside a heart, painfully beating.
Like a mother's giving birth.
A living memory.
A mystery that will never be solved.
The thought that trapped.
Inside a head, torturing a soul.
Like being buried alive.
A dying memory.
If being forgotten. No.
If I somehow forget you.
I promise you that.
The whole world will not.
Because you're a trace.
Of my untold stories.
That will be rewritten.
by those who walks.
Outside a path of fate.
YOU ARE READING
Daily Dose of Coping Mechanisms
PoezieA collective piece of poems that I write in my spare time.
