Published by: Izy Demonteverde
Date Published: October 30, 2023
Time Published: 1:20 P.M
Category: Poetry
Subject: Recalling a distant memory.
I looked upon the light—the eyes—the ache,
I clenched in despair—the truth—the love—the betrayal,
I planted the seed—the love—the light,
I saw the path in you—๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ, whom I admired.
We were dancing in the rivers above—
I glanced at thee, smiling as we stained the grounds,
๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ—as we ran from it all,
๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ—as you witnessed me fall,
๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ—as we turn our backs from this wall.
We were thieves—selfless and wild,
Engraved with passion—
We were criminals—liars who hid,
I was in shatters as thou silenced it all,
I was in shatters as thou knew—yet thou stood,
Stood with a lifeless form—stood with the memory,
I glanced and saw—there I was,
Now thy reflection—for the warmth of thy story.
The skies were blue, and so were my soul—
I dreamt of you, ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ—and that's what I feared,
To walk with the memories—
To continue as it throbbed—
To hide what was ours,
To cease these selfish sparks.
The strings of our bond—
Were the joy I everlastingly held,
The fragment of thy smell—
Were thee I'd never forget,
All I know now is the cruelty of it all,
Yet amid those times—
All I knew was how pure you were—๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Miralles, F. (2019, December 3). Girls on a "Primavera" lake. Auctionet. https://images.auctionet.com/uploads/item_1189374_bcbb7e3ea5.JPG
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