Memories,
The agonizing instruments of pain,
Hidden behind closed eyes,
Force you to fall to the depths of your fears.
Sometimes inexplicable tears run down the cheeks,
They permeate the bed of unfulfilled dreams,
Dead desires,
Broken loves,
Verboten expectations,
Unnoticed chances,
Infinite longings,
Torturous scents.
And in the cessation of the streams,
Gently caressed by the Milky Way,
With the universe they disappear,
Dried in the quiet starlit abyss.
And all that is left are suffocating vapours,
The mists of memories.
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Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
