Des Souvenirs
**It’s not hard but really hard.** **Looking at you from a very distant place, a corner of the doomy room.** **Chasing at the wilted petals of red roses blown by the wind.** **Invisible strings linking our hearts together in a shallow universe** **Frozen heart beating furious, waiting for an adrenaline rush** **Feverish eyes of yours, slowly hearing fainting echoes from the jar of memories** **Rolled colored strips reminding how the Earth tilted and how our clock stand still** **How our sky turned into gray, how everything was in a slow motion** **Raptured candid pictures together more than laughter and tears in silence.** **Securing you with my bare hands intertwining into yours.** **Wrapping my arms around you telling I am and always be here for you.** **Of all the pinky swears we have, ‘stay’ is the only thing I am asking you to do.** **Keep painting your sweet smiles, and I’ll capture those forever.**
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