The shows were radiant in the 60s,
But was monochrome in the 90s.There was a smile in the tapestry you ruined.
I called out your name asking "What went wrong?"The words were painted along the walls,
I was too blind to notice the calls.When the gold rays shone upon my room,
I remember the way we danced along the moon.The colors of our memories remained in the frames, but you weren't.
The scars are still visible on my tan skin, but you weren't.I wish I could go back in time to hold you in my loving arms. But the clock had struck—it was time to go.
At last, I glanced at your beautiful eyes,
Failed promises held in our sighs,
And kissed you a solemn goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
the archives from batch no. 823
Poetrya collection of unsaid thoughts, archived in my mind and now written in words.