Smell the addiction
of grass that grows under your feet
toxic paper cuts on pulp diction

turning an year older
wasnt a tectonic shift
nothing changed
the world still smelled
of destroyed lives
and ruined happiness

Today this sun-filled morn
I’ll not mourn for you,
Though my heart is a desert
Your memories barren sands
And my eyes dried up eons ago!
Today this sun-filled morn
I’ll not mourn for you
Though my heart still smells you
Your face lies in my eyes
And my cries I stifled eons ago!
Today this sun-filled morn
Your hands in mine
We’ll walk back to when
Memories were not born!