Fading Memories
I woke up missing something,
I'm not really sure what.
Come to think of it,
I can’t remember your parfume.
Time shut down your voice,
can’t hurt me anymore.
But I still have a question left:
what was the point of all that love?
I reached your pedestal, that night.
But you left me falling,
slipping through my beady eyes.
I wish I could dream again,
just to relive that white lie.
A rose stained memory
was all I had left.
But it started fading,
becoming grey just like the rest.
Speaking of you,
how was your perfume again?
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Posted Mar 9, 2022, 12:51 AM UTC · edited
I really like how this conveys a sense of loneliness that’s all too real! You engage the senses and use imagery that is very clear! Good effort!