If I thought the thought would I thought

Perfect Sadness

Freshly baked memories

scent of an old book,

wanting to tell stories

sad music playing on,

going along

blazing warm of one touch

victory of joy,

running towards to catch

behind those blue eyes

a perfect tragedy,

of an imperfect melody

unsung lyrics

frozen strokes

selfish promises

futile emotions

cold harsh truth

one dying heart

need not to be alive.