If you are dispatch with me,
why the memories of you,
reminding every moments to me,
Why words of every poem describes you.
Now you are part of me.
You faded away in the air like smoke,
Fragrance in this mind is still block,
For others, things gone like season,
Never mind no need to prove with reason,
Beautiful memories are appealing,
It stays forever, as my perfect feeling,
Now you are part of me.
Your connate eidetic memory,
Strokes of luck to me, beginning to conceive,
It's fabricating amazeballs documentary,
Through the set forth its relieve.
Now you are part of me.
Crestfallen eyes is lost in space,
Searching you in gloomy sky is pointless,
Why the question of you,
It is the most unfathomably riddle,
Answer is endlessly hidden in the clue,
That you the segment of my own puzzle.
Now you are part of me.
It is ludicrous to express stubborn apprehension,
Old locus replenishing the nexus of adhesion,
Every clarification is vanishing automatic,
Ambivalent of smile or crying is enigmatic.
From in it inaccessible to set me free,
Now you are part of me.
The question is always arise,
why it is so difficult to find ways through this eyes.
No one else can solve this puzzle,
only you have that mastery it's your syllable.
You are hidden into me like treasure undersea,
Now you are part of me.
YOU ARE READING
Home At Peace
PoetryThis is just a story of a person who is eagerly missing someone, but it is way more impossible to find due to circumstance.And person presents misery with the poetry.
