𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝓪𝔂𝓼 "

•Memories...

I didn't wanted to open ,
That tattered jar of memories.
Once , that I had buried,
Somewhere, deep inside my heart.
Filled with remembrance and regret ,
The nostalgia of the past .

I didn't wanted to espy ,
The naive , immature past ,
The little, yet , lasting journey
Of ours.
From beauty of love ,
To the toxicity of the heartbreak.
From someone ,
To strangers .
Our deep , deadly , yet , beautiful Odyssey of scars .

From craving to live ,
Into the moments of confessions and warmth .
To crying silently ,
Surviving in the memories of ours.

Love has made me come ,
This far away .
Love has made me perceive,
Things in a unique way .

-Rida F. k.