In the memory of a lost child ~
Today, I wokeup at the sound of her memories. Somewhere deep inside the books of yesterday. She drew a heart and a house, and built a fancy car. She said she will build me a house, she wanted to be an architect. Her dreams were drawn on her windows, wokeup everyday with a glim in her eyes
"Yesterday was her memorial, she left a house, and left her dolls with dismay. I still feel her, hear her giggles down the aisles. She was still there fetching for her rollerblades, and notebooks."
I continue down the aisles, I walk this time with care. I traced my tired looking hands. Everything looks so blare. The place is aching with grey, nothing left like before. The memories of yesterday were still so flare. Down the memory lane she was still playing her dolls a mommy and a big family. She was grand, even when she played at days
One year back I woke up from a nightmare to the scent of her blood and broken jawline. She was still there planting down her future. She said she had big dreams, vision to explore and a big heart to enclose everyone, even her kittens
At 3: 00 am, a night like all other nights. I close or try to close my so awake eyes. Memories are still awake, playing again and again till dawn. Repeating down the rhythm, I settle. I still see her inside the black space of my eyes, gleaming a candle inside a closet of wonders. Playing around with her so called miracles. She was proud, always proud, and with her pride she lifted our days. I open my so wide eyes with care, this time the sun is showing, a bright light is beaming, I ache, my eyes ache with tears, a red swollen puffed eyes quiver.
I started writing, another entry of my days inside a journal of 101 pages. I wrote since the day she left, planted some flowers for her on my iced looking words. Fonts were colored only in red, proofing to me and the world that love sometimes can kill, that love can be so lazy to care, that love can loose all beautiful meaning.
I was proven guilty, I stood there infront of my mirror, starring again and again at my lost looking eyes........
"Yesterday was her memorial, she left a house, and left her dolls with dismay. I still feel her, hear her giggles down the aisles. She was still there fetching for her rollerblades, and notebooks."
I continue down the aisles, I walk this time with care. I traced my tired looking hands. Everything looks so blare. The place is aching with grey, nothing left like before. The memories of yesterday were still so flare. Down the memory lane she was still playing her dolls a mommy and a big family. She was grand, even when she played at days
One year back I woke up from a nightmare to the scent of her blood and broken jawline. She was still there planting down her future. She said she had big dreams, vision to explore and a big heart to enclose everyone, even her kittens
At 3: 00 am, a night like all other nights. I close or try to close my so awake eyes. Memories are still awake, playing again and again till dawn. Repeating down the rhythm, I settle. I still see her inside the black space of my eyes, gleaming a candle inside a closet of wonders. Playing around with her so called miracles. She was proud, always proud, and with her pride she lifted our days. I open my so wide eyes with care, this time the sun is showing, a bright light is beaming, I ache, my eyes ache with tears, a red swollen puffed eyes quiver.
I started writing, another entry of my days inside a journal of 101 pages. I wrote since the day she left, planted some flowers for her on my iced looking words. Fonts were colored only in red, proofing to me and the world that love sometimes can kill, that love can be so lazy to care, that love can loose all beautiful meaning.
I was proven guilty, I stood there infront of my mirror, starring again and again at my lost looking eyes........
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