Down the Rainy Pavement
(a sad prose)To when should I say that I felt like the sky in tears
Falling to the earth for heavy, thousand years.
To when I hit the ground harder than the burden I carry
and to the foliage and meadows where my heart grows weary.
I lie down on the grass and smell the petrichor.
The place of memories, a place where we are before.
And my eyes start to hurt as i look at the sky
to where I can't look to a painful goodbye.The pavements and the heartbreak alleyways
And the bench to where I waited for countless days.
The grave where I am lying, and the flowers painted in dull.
With my cheeks drenched in rain, and my feelings in null.
Oh the rain that reminded me a memory of you and I
To which your eyes pointed at him as he passes us by.
The canvas I painted your heart for the world to see
Veiled by shadows that obscured my sight's decree
Am I just a mere traveler that was exiled and loved with pure guilt?
When the rain flooded the streets, the sunflowers began to wilt.He, with the eyes aglow in the night's vast domain
Wages a battle to the victory I cannot attain.
Yet the tangled mind waltz on the floor and reigns
The labyrinth's expanse, uncertain of the mist that stains.
A message from one that he's in moonlit streams
With fractured words and shattered dreams.A pity to bear wove the tapestry that you did not hold
Came along with the departure of a man in the darkness and cold
upon the warmth of the summer brought forth a melancholic hue
When his days on his gaze where wasted by me for youIt mirrors the irony by your own connotative expressions
Your back to the world that was done with no hessitations
I rather blind my vision to the sun that still shined
For he, the golden one, haven't make the stars aligned
He, meant by your side, to shelter you along the path
Yet we traverse alone the storm's perfect aftermath
Never be so innocent for you can't bare the pain.
To when did your name mark when I kissed the rain?~
As you're reading the prose, all you're missing is an aurora in the sky.
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Letters I Can't Send
PoetryA compilation of poems during 'that' era. Poems that are inspired by my fear of confessions and some realizations.