Pains of Sweet Memories

Pains of Sweet Memories

I don’t write love poems, but I can make the love a poem just to see your glittering dazzling eyes changing lanes like the car on the highway.
Swimming the oceans, I crossed the waves just to notice you at the shore playing chess in a winless row.
I thought I could tell the sky how beautiful you look when a palm of Blue atmosphere covers the Earth in the cold of the night.
Saddist I became when I heard of your sudden and urgent trip to the world beyond to gaze at things which seemest not to be true.
I walk the streets like a ghost I never resist, yet I could hung my ears in the frame of speakers just hear a whisper of a sound down the wires.
If I where to break the rules, I’ll play the tape each day just to gaze at ur base, but my friends call me a wet dreamer cause flood my rest with the liquids of my faded vision.
Your words told me not to cry, yet here I am swimming in the pool of my own tears, cause the heart contains so much of the soul which the mind languished at your presence in pretence.
This is the end of my tears, not to forget and regret, but to rage a stage to keep your memories activated within my existence and Beyond.
Sleep On My World.



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