they hate a little more
I've been scrolling the memories of us since you left the store.
I still remember how much I missed you,
when I was flowing a bit low.
At midnight, I stare the ceiling and,
The hanging picture of yours.
The bones are now withering
And, Love is conjuring my fears.
Colors are now monotonous to me.
I can't anymore recall the memories of pre.
It pricks a bouquet of thorns in my chest.
Well, it's hard to accept that we were the best.....
Darkness isn't a fear to me anymore.
Your fragrance are fading
But, the fragrances are still spreading,
The same from my limbs.
But it's fading.......
It's all fading away....
Well, it was my fate to loose.
suddenly a white dove whispered,
"They hate you a little bit more.
But, never let yourself to be faded away."
YOU ARE READING
HOPES
Poetrysometimes, only hopes can bring the happiness which you were looking for........
