I as per your request
I scoured in the depths of my imagination
To search for your existence and
The memories you deemed we had shared
As I tried to locate where you are etched
Yet found you not anywhere to surface
Not even on a single line in my notebook
Not even the letter
which your name begins with exists
For you must have long gone and
Faded away from my memory bank
Like a morning dew mist which
Its dense fragments are forgotten
Giving its faith to the morning sunlight
Until its unknown future.
Now, I scour no more
to something that worth
nothing to me that much
anymore
Thus, move along
In the barren quest for your lost love.
@jobiranyc (9/12/2017)
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
I as per your request
I scoured in the depths of my imagination
To search for your existence and
The memories you deemed we had shared
As I tried to locate where you are etched
Yet found you not anywhere to surface
Not even on a single line in my notebook
Not even the letter
which your name begins with exists
For you must have long gone and
Faded away from my memory bank
Like a morning dew mist which
Its dense fragments are forgotten
Giving its faith to the morning sunlight
Until its unknown future.
Now, I scour no more
to something that worth
nothing to me that much
anymore
Thus, move along
In the barren quest for your lost love.
@jobiranyc (9/12/2017)
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