The corridor of memories,
Lively, warm, young,
Now fills with silence.
There were our fading footprints
Remain.
Dreams, damning truths,
Long locked aways in the confines of my heart,
Now freed, burning like kindle wood,
For the fire of your rage.
I drown out your screams and tears,
But from ourselves,
We cannot run.
You say "Leave,"
"Leave us."
How can I?
How can I leave,
If I am still yours?
Yours.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
The corridor of memories,
Lively, warm, young,
Now fills with silence.
There were our fading footprints
Remain.
Dreams, damning truths,
Long locked aways in the confines of my heart,
Now freed, burning like kindle wood,
For the fire of your rage.
I drown out your screams and tears,
But from ourselves,
We cannot run.
You say "Leave,"
"Leave us."
How can I?
How can I leave,
If I am still yours?
Yours.
