Evanescence

Posted byDebanshi ChatterjeePosted inHeartbreak, Hope, Melancholic poems, Poetry, Romantic poetryTags:, , , , , , ,

My heart of glass, couldn’t stand the heat;
Of reality’s rage on the deceptive treats.
Days ran vintage like a celluloid reel,
I never saw the profit under forever’s seal.

Gold times rusted like an iron key,
Toxic it was, but I was still me.
The scars have aged and paled like death;
I suck in pain with every breath.

And I talk to the old times still at night,
That time we used to stay up to make up and fight.
And I gotta be real it’s no longer true,
They miss the dead the way I miss you.

I can’t confront the unread  texts.
Each time I try something breaks.
A part of me wants to see you again,
And a part is trying to elude that pain.

Together on the crest and together at the trough,
But then it just faded and I don’t know how.
Those evanescent memories still haunt me at night;
But life flows on,  we’ll move on alright!

Published by Debanshi Chatterjee

It's just a young girl sharing some stories. šŸ’«Each feeling is special. Be it sweet or sad. They make you feel a certain way that is beautiful in its own merit. Poetry is my way of recording my feelings. Check out my blog! And click on the '' hey there'' button on the top right to know morešŸ’œ

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