The Nouns of My Heart

The adrenaline that flows within us

The amor scents of roses in the morning sun

The sunlight’s shadows reflected in my memories

The love-driven songs played on the radio

The autumn's gone — our love that goes in fears

The present time doesn't let us make memories

We are to bind to forget the past and build new ones

New ones that remind us of buried times

Of unbalanced future like whirlpool past

They believe the history always repeats

The sleepless night have told me that

The truthful love condensed to believe

The dream that died — when I was still making a future

Walking past the hopes and to a lifeless life

The life that kills us with no remorse screaming

What’s the reason that you survive?

This languid heart responds, “love…love…love.”

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