❝ forget me not ❞
republished by: caelīna aesthète
hearts as young as green
shredded memories and forgotten
whispered from thousand miles,
tears fell from her eyes
he cannot seem to remember
how he spent his last summer
plants withered, leaves have dried
he didn't even cried
it is in between peach and black
when two silhouettes met
mellowness in her heart came back
as his questions emit
"have we met?" his lips protruded
only her smile whispered "yes"
but it was in between white and red
when a young heart confessed
YOU ARE READING
Souled Aragon
Poetryoeuvres : azra linn : zhera aragon : ndanielle aragon : xaèl volkzstridge : dós supremó : nvosqeisne : arqlouisse : caelīna
