I'll go back to the day I met you
And how your arrow crossed my chest
Making my heart bleed
I don't know when exactly would I get over you
But words keep coming to my head
Made up stories in my head
To keep you living in my head
No one knows you're there
No one can touch you there
Frozen in time
My heart, part of it, still belongs to the Marksman.Past
I wake up in the middle of a park
Lagoons in my head, where am I?
Language was unknown at first
Then I heard clearly, the accent I know the best
Stalking you served as a savior
Walking around, I found the place
You told me until the end you hate
Yet, to my surprise, I saw you
Laughing with mates, dimples crossing your cheeks
Your eyes were meeting hers
Teenage love, soulmates are born
And my heart aches a little bit more
Because I'm far away, so far away
From my homeland, from my family
From my adulthood and from you
A newspaper on the ground is telling me
That I'm older in my year than you in this year
Funny to believe I'm actually a decade
Younger than you in this year
And she's hugging you so tightly
She's looking so young and beautiful
Just like when I was searching for her
When you first talked to me and compared her
To my younger and silly self, hurt my soul
I turned around, and you were gone
Guess I'm still trapped in the past
Not only from this time, but from the things you said.
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[kodachrome]
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