You left scars on my soul.
Bandages won't heal, nor the fates.
Eyes weighted, smiles disappeared, silent answers.
We became strangers with beautiful memories in our hearts,
unable to bury them, which is a burden.
Sadness wandered around the corners of our hearts,
I'm holding its icy fingers in my hand.
The thunderstorms are roaming inside me,
I'm trying to shut it, but I'm trembling with fear.
You without being my side, darling
I don't want to see this world without you.
Where shall I seek your hand?
Where shall I seek your soft brown eyes?
But you're still in front of me, smiling with that innocence.
Maybe I'm never meant to be yours,
so I'll be hiding under the dark shadows of my life,
pretending I don't exist.
And you're flying away, miles and miles away.
Where old dead souls seek their final destination.
But you were too young, my dear!
But, I shall touch the skies one day,
and we will unite again...
Two old souls will be in peace finally.


© anotherdeadpoet