Warped within your memory
nostalgic, a dusty music box of despair
Echoing. .
resounding. .
Pounding. .
my crippled heart beneath,
the abyss of your departure
I forced to monopolize
my contradicting thoughts
to illustrate contentment
to orchestrate acceptance
yet. .
I stain each unfinished manuscript
with these icy, bitter tears
that shed, drowned with you
Still, I formulate lyrics-
of admiration, of affection
concocted envenomed scripts-
poisoned upon your decease
yet, empowered by your-
undying, never ending love.
This chalky, untidy desk of mine
will resurrect to extend availability
unchain my imprisonment from-
the cell of absolute oblivion
rusted by your howling shadow.
The light hasn't been ripped yet
once again-
spear me the kiss,
that hued my gray life
into different highlights
though am betrayed by-
the realistic illusions of you
You have not died yet,
as long as our music box,
reverberates the pledge we made
within the depth of my heart,
you will dwell, forevermore
