I thought I buried everything alive inside the graveyard of my heart,
But the ghosts of my emotions come back haunting me with their shadows
that I deemed too shallow—I overcame.
Did I?
The ghosts of my feelings are haunting me.
I am running; I am a derby horse—running from everything from everywhere….
Speeding, running through and throughout everything
so that nothing can bind me ever like you did,
I am running—ruining the shadows.
I am running through and throughout.
Still, it seems I can’t make it anymore!
Ghosts of my shadows linger with every breath I take.
I am too scared to admit that your face haunts me as if nothing ever happened,
Everything is alright; nothing changed.
The shadows of the ghosts inside my mind keep replaying your pretty face in a loop.
I am running—running far away from your shadows.
The paths we have taken will be abolished.
But how to stop the replay in my mind?
The more I dig deep into the graveyard, I see the skeletons of our memories—
Still fresh—a new blossom in the autumn,
Legend says springtime stories don’t lie,
And some springs change lives!
Not all bedtime stories told to us were true…
Not all end with a happy ending with the forever kind of fairytale.
Some are buried alive in the form of legends.
Not to be told loud, yet the rhythm remains.
The shadows of the ghost wander around the graveyard of the heart eternally
breaking the spirit little by little—and the sad songs are replayed in a never-ending loop.
No love, not hatred, but something shadowy remains …Perhaps, fragments,
Perhaps the ruins of great love that had the potential of becoming actually ‘great’!
Instead, it became a graveyard of buried memories alive!
Time Frame: 9.30 pm, 15.2.26, Tagar
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