Art

Let me draw you,

let me express your curves and imperfections

let me tear the pages you have lived on with my hands

let me burn it, almost turning it into a lucid dream.

As the ashes fly away, I will always remember you as my first love.

you’re slowly fading away with the smoke and the ashes.

Your smile is losing its intensity,

Your hair is losing its softness.

You have become fiction

That day my heart stood still

As the cursed angels were writing its thesis,

You were fading away,

I laughed till everything burnt in my vicinity,

What a glorious sight it was,

Smell of charcoal and blood raised into the air

Only to realize you were alive and not dead.

 

 

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