Past Times

-
how could we burn the past,

we had no choice and we ran,

through the mountains with no cliffs

through the jungles with nothing dark in the woods,


 what we found on our way,

memories of past that we lost,

this journey has found its end

now it has become a terrific way to suffer together.

Comments

  1. A Friend of a FriendJune 8, 2019 at 10:37 AM

    This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  2. A Friend of a FriendJune 8, 2019 at 10:39 AM

    Burning the past to make a new future why not change the thing making you want to destory your world. That one think maybe it's love or hate but you know its time to leave it behind ♥

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Dead girl

-
Dead girl's charm, I kissed her forehead, I remembered the touch of decayed flowers of last spring, she carried all  in her bags to understand death. She tried and she understood death is not the cruellest gambler loving is the absurdity we create in the end, we destroy everything with sorrow and grief that when you can release love out of your life. And death is never a stranger it is always a part of you.
Read more

She

-
She swallowed the moon and wept in the darkness, like a whore who forgot to enjoy the pleasures of thousand sensual dreams. being the one she never wanted, and became the one they wished, she found despair in the long lost emptiness of somebody’s craving thoughts, as long as they stare at her she’s never a part of their world.
Read more

Red River

-
Water flowing under my bed red but not my blood, nor yours and I can see you on a hill middle of some melting clouds I see green meadows under your feet if I'm drowned and die before your eyes in this red river of innocent blood enjoy my death if it pleases your soul like how the death eaters celebrate while consuming all the darkness  
Read more