Sitting.
Inside a four walled place
building another made-up space
where the voice of reality is
a background melody
as I sing to the lyrics of you
from my memory
Smiling.
Unconsciously I look like a fool
directing another romantic film
where you’re still meant to be, the one
that revives each part of me
that has died long time ago
in the graveyard of your memory
Daydreaming.
Writing words I wish you would say
and painting images I hope would stay
Still inside this made-up space
where we move in a very graceful pace
towards where you and I are the reality
towards creating memories of our destiny
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Sitting.
Inside a four walled place
building another made-up space
where the voice of reality is
a background melody
as I sing to the lyrics of you
from my memory
Smiling.
Unconsciously I look like a fool
directing another romantic film
where you’re still meant to be, the one
that revives each part of me
that has died long time ago
in the graveyard of your memory
Daydreaming.
Writing words I wish you would say
and painting images I hope would stay
Still inside this made-up space
where we move in a very graceful pace
towards where you and I are the reality
towards creating memories of our destiny
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|11.20.2015|
I don't care. Right here, right now, I know we are the truth from a memory. At least we were never a lie made and pushed into the reality.
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