Forgotten

on

Slowly gathering… The forgotten clouds they are

A melancholic drop of pain

The violin singing… Sadly, whispering from afar

With one touch nothing feels the same… Again

Dance in the shadows, dance with extravagance, with wisdom

I can’t taste the colors of romantic complexity… Offered to me seldom

Here it comes again… Not a storm but something more

A holocaust, worst than before…

Such a terrible trace is love disguised as tragedy

Raindrops… Teardrops… Blood drops… Eclectic aftertaste

We can’t refuse to love… Intensely

A life without love is a complete waste…

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Jessica says:

    The last line nearly killed me. I think a giant cupids arrow hit me straight, when my heart is already tender from the lines before.

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    1. lynyo says:

      You are just too nice and kind!!!! Thank you for reading and for the arrow… And for the bravery!!!! 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Jessica says:

        Bit speechless right now, because I’m more in a reading while pouting mood, but I just have to say thanks. I do hope I’m being brave as much as you say cariño 🙂

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