Your curly hair in the summer breeze,
When I am with you, everything freezes.
Your waves hit my shore,
I don't want anything more.
I was listening to the playlist you made.
I'm grateful for the love that you gave,
It's painful to see that my heart is in the grave.
Where all of our dead dreams have laid.
Listening to the love songs that turns into a dirge.
Thought both of our hearts would merge,
Stitches of my elegies,
The sad story of you and me.
You fixed my broken heart,
I didn't know in the end, you would tear it apart.
Left here with a million pieces,
With a wonderful book with blank pages.
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
PoetryI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
