[20 June, 2020]
12:09 Am
P.S I don't quite know to say.
Can you understand silence?
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"Still and silent, my heart is.
Closing eyes, memories flashing through.
A colourful blur, of desire, fear and love.
Tears may leak, but my secrets won't get told.
Star-gazing, but the night feels different.
Too much has changed. Too many moments,
Passed, faded away, slipped through my clenched hands.
And now it is gone. Everything that once was.
And still I fear, of secrets that spill from my eyes, sometimes.
So many memories flash through my eyes.
Sometimes. Quite often. I fear;
They'll get seen.
My memories are mine.
So many words that I wish to whisper.
My lips crave for the feel of words;
Waiting to fall out.
I sigh. And I sigh.
And that, is all I do.
Even when I want to do so much.
I want to paint, write, touch.
Now that I can feel.
I want to rinse off the old emotions;
That coated my heart before.
I want my heart to be a blank canvas again.
And paint the fresh emotions;
They need not be wild.
I wany to write, with my fingertips;
Like I used to, on my skin.
I want to touch my skin,
And trace memories.
If only, I can make enough new ones.
To forget the wild old ones.
Desire. Fire. Flames.
That is what my memories are made of.
And perhaps, some passion too.
And raw emotions.
This. This is why I need to feel.
Because I can't let go,
Of what once was.
When at the momething.
Everything feels like nothing."
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Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
