Strokes of Cathartic Emotions.

The rose petals in my journal, have dried into shades of brown,
And your photograph in my drawer haven’t tasted air for years now…
An unheard silence cascade me, the effervescent sound of your voice
Is a memory that haunts me, asking me ways to live but how?

The room that used to be vibrating with perky energy of your voice and smile, has become dark.
Without the warmth of your touch, life is more a hawk than a lark.
Days have turned to years then to decade,
Time hasn’t been able to heal but be a blade.

The sound of your words spoken which once made me complete
Has now  withered away, making me realise I am not in heaven,
Was loving you a crime,
Hence  this feeling so  forfeit?

Come back to me my Angel, rise out of that magical photograph,
Breaking the prison of the closed drawer,
Hold me tight just once more.
Kiss me and wipe my tears,
Embrace me with the arms to love me to the core……

My Angel,
I tried to preserve each moment of ‘WE’,
Like how god’s beauty is wrapped by the petals of the rose,
Least did I know it would dry up someday into browns,
Only to ink these verses ;strokes of emotions through a poesy or a prose.

That you are a no more near, loneliness is what I fear,
Save me from this lonely world,
Wake me up from this ambiguous dream,
Take me with you to a moment where life is impearled, and you are the SUPREME.

©unblossomedyet💔💕❣️