Drops of water spill onto the floor day after day,
Piece by piece your memories remain secluded furtively in the faded space.
Your pictures look like burnt hopes and unachievable fantasies,
Your messages stay ingrained in my head like a boundless entity.
The opulent blue necklace hanging from my neck,
The stains of a quintessential person scar my body with red.
I was demurely infatuated with you,
And you unrealistically mustered up a smile of remaining too.
Jar after jar,
The potion of life reaches it's culmination.
As I recall the demise of your body,
I look at stars and think ' it was all written in my destination'.
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Morose
Poetry❝All I see, in every pathway, is the unevitable sorrow; that gets acquainted with my morose. ❞ A compilation of sad poems Highest Rank #116
