And ours shall be a story
An incomplete one, of course
A few unfinished sentences
Among your solemn promises,
With spaces between our lips
Creating a cosmic energy.
My heart would refuse
To believe your absence
And instead cling onto all the
Memories stitched together,
Wrapping it around
On a realistic, solitary night.
My mind would behave in a way
As after being inebriated.
Your words would motivate me
One second, and the next moment,
They would fade away.
I wonder if you were anything but
A mirage, coz you made me realise, Perfection is a perception.
Loving you after all this,
Is my idea of hell.
To bribe my heart with hopes
And then set my soul on fire.
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-S c a r.
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half moon glow | completed.
Poesíahello ! this book is from when i first tried my hand at writing poetry. sure its not one of my best works but i figured it should stay up on my profile anyway to remind me of the journey i made with my writing and my personal self. if you do read it...
