You were always precious to me
and I can't fathom what has happened.
Time has played a trick on me.
I'm stuck,
I have shackles on my wrist.
I can't move on,
I can't move out of this.
Even though I want to,
I have these shackles on my wrist
they bind me to your memories.
While you have our sunshine in your life, that is all I need.
Even though this darkness is blinding and I feel like I'm drowning, like I'm losing myself.
I'm still happy.
While you feel the sunshine on your frame,
I want you to cherish the flowers for me.
I want you to greet the trees and
I want you to meet my mother,
once in a while please.
I'm breaking down, right now
my brusis have turned black.
But I will get out of here.
I promise.
And while I'm stuck here,
my dear darling, I want you to count the stars for me.
I want you to pray for me.
But I'm okay,
I'm fine.
I promise I'll come back.
I'll come back to you.
We will sit on the terrace and watch the sunset.
Like we used too.
We will watch the movies,
eat a lot and play chess like we used too.
I promise I won't cheat on you.
Till then honey,
please don't do something that I wouldn't do.
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Oblivion ✔
PoetryEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...
