Dropped memories

 

I am buried deep in the ground
About to see my last sight of eye
Maybe I will always cry
Maybe my flowers won’t even thrive

 

I lost myself again,
In a place, I fantasize to be
There in my head,
I keep seeing…
You…
Loving me.

I built a home, far beyond the moon
Past the stars too
I feel so warm, when near to you

 

But u shattered my house
Then crumbled my heart
And now it’s time for me  to leave
But walking so incomplete
Until the last beam fills me;
Until this is no more a tragedy;
Until we are nothing., But a distant memory

 

Author: Anita Mazreku