Although all I have of you now,
Are simply Memories..
Like debris worthless, and spread all over from collapsed ruins and destroyed buildings..
Baby you're still something.
Even though broken and maybe you think useless as well,
Believe me Darling
You're still something.
There's images of you
Images of Us,
Still secretly hung on the back of my mind..
There's still the voice of yours,
Echoing in my ear..
There's the scent of your cologne,
Chasing me in the crowd..
I swear, there's something of You inside of me..
Something I can't accurately identify.
Although all I have of you now,
Are simply memories,
Remnants from the Past..
Pages of History
Flashbacks of Love
And some moments of Intimacy
All of them are just memories dancing in my mind..
But Darling
Those who know me well,
Do know quite well
That the strongest capacity this human mind of mine has is the faculty of memory.
So maybe after all you're not simply some piled up memories.
You're a piece of me
No one can see
A piece of my mind
So precious, So dear.
And when every part of my mind does remember everything you are
Every part of it becomes tainted with something of you,
Whether broken, bruised, useless or dark...
My mind becomes tainted with something of you.
Maybe it's because something of you
Always and always remains in me..
Maybe something of You is already Me.
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BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
