Memories of mine are kept in boxes inside reinforced steel doors
Beyond those doors, are memories I cherish,
Locked to keep secure...Locked in order to be preserved.
I write to reinforce those memories.
I write to remember those feelings.
I write to taste, see, smell, hear and feel everything again,
Because those are things I will only have of you at the end of this life
Even if we're parallel lines and asymptotes at the end,
Let me keep those memories to remind myself that I once had been capable of this love...
And at that moment of time, I once had loved fiercely too.
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Original Poem Collections: Love, Colors and Oddities
PoesiaI scour each and every obscure part of my heart hoping to not find traces of you... But my heart's every damned beat screams of your name. And every drop of blood is as vibrant as your red sun-kissed cheeks. A collection of short, original poems. U...