Tonight
I sat beside the shallow river of memories, listening to the whistles and hisses. Its been decades now we split up, the violet gown of our feelings and emotions. Before the crimson red light cross the border, I'll hold my pains in my palm, swallow my pride and devour my egos. I'll walk barefooted on thorns of my misdeeds to feel the wieght of your tears, the day I cut off the bond and let our love flys in the air like new year's eve fireworks. Before the lazy sun crawls down the horizon, I will embark on a quest, to the highway we wrote our love story before the summer wind tussles with- the tree of our affections, to read from the April chapters of our love how the smells of our cologne cuddled in the air, nights when our heartbeat collides, making a soft rhythmical ballad song. Before the greyish moon set its tent I will button up the sleeve, of our worn out love coat as I finished stitching up the torn parts and trudge through the valley where we hung up our ...