41-Memory


It wasn't just a hallow dream
It was something more significant
than you think

it was a smokey evening
The glass scattered

a pricked finger
blood flooded

A sound of serene
with the name that being shouted

water droplets
Pool of sorrow

Reviving a heartbeat

A memory for tomorrow

being haunted

Never faded.

-Lovjez-

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