My eyes rolled down at my wrist
At the watch tied around, ticking
And wondered
How similar you are to time
Constantly changing and moving
Your company
Once a heaven, once a wonderland
Once a place that can't be named
But yet kept hopes high
Wishing for more than a fleeting moment of these memories
The fire of hope doesn't recede
Even by an ice berg
It's strong, persistent and positive
Never to be devoid of warmth
Even as the dusk arrives
To wrap you in dust of time
But still the solitary to my sunrise
But with time you flew
I waited.
Kept remembering the blissful moments
Our moments of nostalgia
Once then, never again
- K
YOU ARE READING
Inside My Pockets
Poetry"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession" - Robert Graves A book that contains all my midnight thoughts in form of something more beautiful than a regular text and taking out all the pieces of this soul in bits after all these time of suppres...
