When you left,
nostalgia started breaking
silence in the room next door.
A cloud of soliloquy
broke the ceiling;
dust fell carelessly
imitating
a lame kind of rain.
I heard
how lonely the
piano keys were
missing your touch
the way i do.
Silence drove
the walls crazy;
curtains hung mute
close to being suicidal.
A crowd of cacti
sat on the window sill
waiting for your shadow
to loom around.
A broken frame
holding our smiles
died from suffocation,
decaying on a trash bin
you forgot to trash.
We were
a variety of juxtapositions,
walking around love
with blind eyes.
I gave you my heart too soon
and you proudly broke it twice.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
When you left,
nostalgia started breaking
silence in the room next door.
A cloud of soliloquy
broke the ceiling;
dust fell carelessly
imitating
a lame kind of rain.
I heard
how lonely the
piano keys were
missing your touch
the way i do.
Silence drove
the walls crazy;
curtains hung mute
close to being suicidal.
A crowd of cacti
sat on the window sill
waiting for your shadow
to loom around.
A broken frame
holding our smiles
died from suffocation,
decaying on a trash bin
you forgot to trash.
We were
a variety of juxtapositions,
walking around love
with blind eyes.
I gave you my heart too soon
and you proudly broke it twice.
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