With light dripping onto water and rippling around,
The beauty scene is deceit with chains;
tying my naive mind down.
These red sunsets haunt my memory,
I am trapped like a prisoner.
The Beautiful skies that I'll never see again,
float away in the air, like a whisper.
Stars and fireflies twinkle in the dead night sky,
bringing it to life.
"Don't you worry and don't ask why",
I've been told a million times.
The shooting stars haunt my memory,
I am trapped like an inmate.
Only the butterflies, born to a new life,
would be the ones that could relate.
Let me out, let me out, let me out.
Please Unlock the door, I am suffocating.
What medicine is given to the homesick, yet home?
I'm here, waiting, my soul is aching...
A dose of Nostalgia, a picture or two,
And maybe a familiar song.
But red sunsets still haunt My Memory,
even seeing the door was unlocked all along.
JE LEEST
Memories and Days That Passed ·•° | P O E T R Y |°•·
PoëzieLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
