I remembered
all sorts of words he confided to me,
chanted paeans and rhapsodies lingered from reality.
I captured bits of tormented dreams,
as I felt his presence here with me.
His grin and glare were torture.
His words were knives thrusted too deep.
His sweet lullabies were bitter eulogies to mourn.
I remembered,
the way I casted a glimpse of him,
as he took steps away from me,
it was the end of apathy.
I glanced at how the years have been,
as I burried the odds and ends of him.
My tears were dry of despair.
My eyes were drowned in ecstasy,
My lips curved with glee.
At last, I am free.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
I remembered
all sorts of words he confided to me,
chanted paeans and rhapsodies lingered from reality.
I captured bits of tormented dreams,
as I felt his presence here with me.
His grin and glare were torture.
His words were knives thrusted too deep.
His sweet lullabies were bitter eulogies to mourn.
I remembered,
the way I casted a glimpse of him,
as he took steps away from me,
it was the end of apathy.
I glanced at how the years have been,
as I burried the odds and ends of him.
My tears were dry of despair.
My eyes were drowned in ecstasy,
My lips curved with glee.
At last, I am free.
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