He came like a new fresh home, full of decoration and colorful
Caught his soul in the middle of the hot days, everything was powerful
Asking me "What did I do to him, he couldn't leave his chair" He has been taught how to share
He was visiting my textbox for water, I forgot that I was a daughter
My light faded after he smashed the feeling
He got his water and left without seeing my reeling
A stand-up guy, a low-down boy, how can you say you love someone that you don't
he took me to hell too
It felt like I was an old cardigan on someone else's bed
Now he is walking in the hallway without knowing what they all say
I gave him my best me, my endless empathy
I forced him to wear the apology, I couldn't see him as an elegy
When he changed it felt like this:
I was visiting my old home, but the doors were blue and there was someone else's car in the garage, the walls weren't as they seemed, a new people were around, but the winds were still familiar, and a fictional laughter hit the ear, home isn't home anymore.
Everything That I see brings me back to us,
Every experiment brings me back to you،
Why you can't see that I can't go?
Everything that we lived hold my base,
A heart was thrown in the basket, someone held my casket
was it hard to see me when I opened my home?
YOU ARE READING
August Boy
PoetryThese poems have been written with my bare hands and thoughts, and every letter holds an emotion with hidden damage. These poems are for the one who has owed my heart since the summertime. If these writings find him in a way, just let him know that...
