I don't have faith in the ocean
on its indecisiveness and enormity
I don't believe in memories
with its abstraction and claims
I don't believe in words
As it always tends to lie
I only remembered the first time
And the last time is yet to come
And I am that someone
your lips kissed
the way the wind kissed me in a daybreak
I retain you like the taste of your fingers
against my mouth
Did the earth knew the hard rush of the sea
When it reaches the cuddle of the coastline
Here it’s full of gloom with all our failed connections
Derailed wagons in its lost tracks
Scars, blood, wounds, and fragments
Repetitive, rhythmic, redundant
Will you find me faster next time?
Throwing a pebble in my silent, still pond
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
I don't have faith in the ocean
on its indecisiveness and enormity
I don't believe in memories
with its abstraction and claims
I don't believe in words
As it always tends to lie
I only remembered the first time
And the last time is yet to come
And I am that someone
your lips kissed
the way the wind kissed me in a daybreak
I retain you like the taste of your fingers
against my mouth
Did the earth knew the hard rush of the sea
When it reaches the cuddle of the coastline
Here it’s full of gloom with all our failed connections
Derailed wagons in its lost tracks
Scars, blood, wounds, and fragments
Repetitive, rhythmic, redundant
Will you find me faster next time?
Throwing a pebble in my silent, still pond
