We wrote a book together
We spilled blood on these pages
A written masterpiece
But later it was stolen from us
The thief existed in the both of us
Apparently we both despised the book
We teared the bloody pages
Casted them along the sea shore
The pages disappeared and so did our story
We might've did that together.
But our story was no more.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
