Your blue beautiful eyes.
Like blue seas, where my heart lies.
Told me again that they need love.
With one glance, with one soft touch.
...
Before I kiss them, they said goodbye.
And the air smelled like burnt cinnamon high.
High enough to take my breath.
And the whole world became a soft, sweet death.
...
The stars above whisper your name.
Yet nothing remains, not love, not flame.
I reach for you in dreams I’ve crossed.
Forever trapped, forever lost.
...
Where are you now?
The words are lost.
You were all my belongings.
And I am frozen in frost.
About the Creator
RAOM
Turn every second into a moment of happiness.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
Comments (2)
loved the last few lines
This is so beautifully sad, especially those last two lines.