Maturity
All the good memories,
when we are together
Soon past with oblivion.
That was the time,
When you treated me all your world,
All your soul, all your everything
When you were just an option.
I hug you really tight as you wither,
That was the first time I touched you,
But I didn't knew it was the last.
So I bowed my head sorrounded by my gloominess,
Whining, blaming myself and losing all my temper
hoping that you were still alive...
But I knew that will be the last time,
because you will never come back.
So I lost counted of seeing the flower sprout.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Whisper
PuisiPoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.