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You remember me,I remember you
This part is never true though,
But dreams of desires,
Can never be stopped,
As my heart still beats for you though.
The synchronized beats of our hearts,
Lapses the time, of my unwavered attention,
Which the walls seek,
Decorated with thousand memories of the love,
Those seem to fade as ages decay,
And time withers away like deceased flower petals;
The yellow patches on the wall,
And the stains which doomed our life,
Those perfectly littered scratches on the walls,
Are figments of the torture you beheld.
To say we were perfect,
Are not the thought of merriment and gay,
But to allude the dark love you possessed for me,
Love is not what red indicates,
A feeling so special can never be insinuated,
By vows of hollow regards
None can change,
The truth ones heart holds,
Though emotions can be faked,
But the failure you achieved,
While breaking my innocence,
Showed the determination I held;
I was possessed,
Demented for your love,
I was so blinded by the little affection,
And the incandescent halo,
That surrounded me,
Was of betrayal;
I failed myself.
Sometimes time passes,
And my existence seems to be just a figment of hatred,
As I collect the shattered pieces of my heart,
That I gifted you once,
To paint the balnk canvas with rose and gold,
But you brushed it a silver hue,
So dark that it resembled black,
And slowly did fatigue,
The rhythmical beats
That once calloused my heart.
You veiled your face,
To hide the revelations,
And the intentions you had;
You veiled my life with strokes so dark,
That I now sit and stare,
At the memories of the dark love
You left by.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
