in the cold, silver light,
i wonder if you remember me
like a flash of sunlight after a melancholic rainfall
or a cruel angel whose wings have been chopped off
and nails painted a sombre shade of crimson.
if time runs a little too slow, i wonder if you
silently watch as our memories flood your room
or curse my yellow facade with an agonising sigh.
do you remember my teary eyes
as wine stains smeared on broken glass
or an unfinished portrait that does not deserve any admiration?
the lonely whispers of the night ask me
if you treasure the glory days in your secret diary
or scribble it down like an incorrect maths equation
that ends up in your trash bin in the end.
the blank screen of my laptop taunts me
with questions that i wish to leave at your doorstep
because i am no longer the one who's welcome in your home
and i realise, with a heartache that still echoes your name,
that the only one who still remembers
is the one who bleeds poetry in metaphors
that you never even tried to understand.
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
