Tuesday, 19 August 2014

She is long gone

Her smiling face always fresh like morning
in the corridor, still I hear her voice singing
 In garden, I see her in flowers of tulips
 recalling the way she used to call me stupid 
Emotions erupting but i'm trying to swallow
and embracing her fluffy soft pillow 
whose core still secrets her scent 
lost in the memories that we spent 
now the doves are exhausted of mournful call 
but i'm still staring at pictures hanging on the wall 
she is long gone but i don't want to accept the fact

 because every single memory of her is still pure and intact