-Memories To Goodbye-
To: the one who forgot his goodbye...
I still talk about you with a smile-draped cheeks,
All the roses in the air with your name, still blooming.
And I am called an idiot, I am called naïve
Since you left me sore a year back and here I am
Still playing those tape recorded dreams,
Singing-dancing to those days one more time.
I still remember the day when
I wore your clothes
I slept in them, for mine were wet in the rain.
I still remember the time when
I sat on your lap
I cuddled into the warmth, got rid of cold air.
I still remember the night when
I sat across you, texting butterflies, time didn't fly.
Now I am alone with those memories.
Sinking ships don't float when they lose buckets of wet-ery.
The threads don't strengthen when the time leaves
And we don't stay when it's time to stop feeling.
You walk out silently,
I leave behind the storms.
You backstab me after,
I still pull out those thorns.
You laugh out like we were a joke,
I keep weaving our portrait, you thore .
We are strangers in today's time.
We are contacts in other's mobile.
We are lost in search of something
We didn't have.
And now that we are gone
The hollow inside keeps growing in size.
It just keeps asking for more
And makes me lose control,
Of me, of my world.
Does this happen to you?
Or am I alone once again?
Fighting these storms which you left.
I know that
There is no hope
For me to survive,
But I still hope You live
A very good life.
This is my goodbye.
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Espiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.