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It's just another night,
And I'm staring at the moon,
All the shimmering stars,
Singing lullaby,
By the glowing moonlight,
Surpassing the dark meadow,
Casting hues of grey and white.
Hear me at the other side,
Where the time is sealed by our kisses,
Weathering pages of our memory lanes,
Meet me there with peachy kisses,
Longing hugs and bits of love.
Our time though over,
Has not been erased,
From the bylanes of the past,
Although a façade, but hasn't faded,
From the corners of our heart.
Cosmos was of rainbow,
And ours lives– autumn leaves,
But you were my summer love,
And always will be.
Decades past,
Past all the lives,
But our love stayed,
Etched on the,
Withering stones of the void night.
We have inscribed it,
On the pages of our destiny,
And carved it,
On the moss–laden rocks of fate.
We have fallen,
And our wings shredded,
Into millions of pieces,
Of feathered glass,
But the hurt is not felt,
As it pierces us,
Staining the ground red.
But never helpless,
As the nebulous scattered,
All over the place,
The momentum going,
At a slower pace,
Stopping the strings,
From knotting away,
In Time's endless passage-way.
And still breathing,
Between this chaos,
Is our love,
Which was once slayed,
By the armies of night and terror.
You were somebody,
Whom I supposed to be my.life,
The steeping stone away from abandoned times,
But then the night snitched you away,
From my arms,
Turning you a beast of the Dark,
As you assimilate them,
In this starry night again,
To shread me apart.
But darling you forgot;
I've turned into demons
Of your mind,
Haunting you,
Flipping the memories of the dark,
Tainting your instincts,
With a color so stark,
A color of warmth,
Now has changed,
To that of wrath,
Symbolic of our love,
Reminants in our scarred hearts.
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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✔ __________________________________...
