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—𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭, whom I admired.
We were dancing in the rivers above—
I glanced at thee, smiling as we stained the grounds,
𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨—as we ran from it all,
𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨—as you witnessed me fall,
𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨—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, 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭—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—𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭.
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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