• shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 6w

    Words falter,
    and thoughts have stranded me in the memory lane,
    The glimpse of your eyes makes mine water,
    your silhouette,why doesn't it eternally wane?

    I'm I your parrot or a caged dove?
    Is it your hatred or my habit to stay in love?

    You left without a word
    and it's incomplete,
    you should rather have severed our bond with a sword,
    or have built it's grave in concrete.
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen