Traces

Let thy flowers bloom into your sacred body

When thorns are gone and vanished

When nightmares subside to a rainbow feeling

Tormented the path which prevails ill & crooked smile

But the music will repair

Each and every grave you’ve put into pieces

My hollow shadow will once again embraced 

My lungs & heart will pound into a deep breathe

Like I couldn’t escape from this shallow whispers & darkness within

Thee eyes will trace & witness the colors

Of your hair, to the tip of your lips

On how will they attracts my lucid eyes

And on how would it tastes when bitters were fade

Thy smart eyes and wise words would form

A romantic verbs & adjectives filled in to a spotlight of galaxies

Where stars and orbits, including the heavenly bodies

Would just stunned me so close and dearly

Where I can barely hang it on my room

I shall record your voice, for it is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard

And the rest of my days will just be turning so indifferent

Cause when every time you left me so speechless

I just can’t express this hundreds of wanders, no more

But to felt secured towards you.

When you know better, you do better.
― Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)