I used to write a lot, but I stopped and now I'm writting again to express. no more repression.
Darling, why'd you leave in history?
Why must I endure, and live in stupor,
Innumerable suffering thus, I pity.
Thy eyes, lips, voice, I reminisce so pure
Dandelions I adore, lay me down
And I shall grieve, with the wolves I console.
Layered satin sheets may ease a sad clown
Asking judgement from unforgivig souls
Sometimes too naive, though romantic
Philisophical, unnerving, rough dimm'd
Our love had been catastrophic, manic;
we held hard till we're tired and grew timid
And yet I believe what we had was rare,
If to lose you forever, I can't bear.
© 2020 Psychely Keit Reyes