When we were tears,
We made kids on the blueberry swing...
Our emotions were so precious,
Until we cracked the mirror...
...
We said "hello"
And we waved farewell,
To the memories we knew...
Where the doors hid our destinies,
Our time has locked itself...
...
Remember when the laughter succumbed,
To our dying tongues.
Saliva dripping to...
The old wooden floors.
We breached the million questions,
That laid eggs in our minds...
Now the flowers are ready to be plucked...
(Goodbye...)
...
Somber skies,
Perfect blue...
Building graves...
Deep down in the roots of history...
Gold,
Settling in the eye of blankets...
Where warmth exist like a heating pad...
Caressing your face,
With the voices of sleepy birds...
...
Now our skin,
Tells a story for us...
Now our hair,
Lives in heaven...
Now our souls...
Can smile.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
