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The tears mould to crusty drops of sand,
Falling apart like nebulous scattered.
Those piercing gazes shattering at the thought of losing the memories-of what I had of you.
Those scars depict a story of their own,
Mumbling tales that I kept for myself,
Those littered love that's fell upon the ground,
Are in pieces, waiting to be held up again,somehow.
Those longing eyes vanished amidst the void,
Red smearing all along-
The walls, the being, the mind and soul.
For the eternities are long,
Longer than the horizon,
Where the sea seeks the moon,
For the love that bloomed
Withered for this life,
Gathering dust across the lanes of memory,
And remained only, the memoir,
Of what we beared,
Of what we tended,
Just an innocent love-
That would reign,for an eternity long.
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YOU ARE READING
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✔ __________________________________...
