Noises of our past

by Ya----Na   Sep 3, 2018


For a reason,
I do not look back
when I hear noises of our past
(what's the point in wasting thoughts
over a false reflection.)

I wish I could manipulate destiny
and
walk with you into the valley of love
(somewhere in between the mountains of
flowers and thorns
hidden in the moonlight),
but our fingers never interlocked to give birth
to something beautiful
and we didn't get a chance to listen to the
unheard music of our feelings.

On cloud nine
you crowned as a queen,
and I started dissolving in the
nights of this filthy city.
Eventually, the pictures of sentiment disappeared
from each other's eyes.

Let me go...
I have found a monster in my soul
desperate to sink
in the river of damnation.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Allowing the past to consume something beautiful is a pain I think we have all experienced a time or two. I cant stop reading this poem, it allows me to sink into memories of my own.

    Such a beautifully written poem, the nature tones and sorrow are mixed in a very tasteful way..
    excellent!

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    This is beautiful

  • 5 years ago

    by naaz

    Well penned!

    All the best from me too...

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    but our fingers never interlocked to give birth
    to something beautiful
    and we didn't get a chance to listen to the
    unheard music of our feelings.

    ^^

    A sad piece, but these lines here are wonderful to read.

    Take care and all the best

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