Dreary lilacs hinder
Creeping nostalgia awoken
From beneath the pages of my
Photographs,
Forgotten keepsakes of yesteryears
Dusty tears,
Tears for all I once believed in,
Wasted on a clock's reprise;
Withered petals accrue,
Faded thoughts alleviate
Agonizing heartbeats,
Beating for a staggering
Love story, soaked in formaldehyde;
If only shall the sun rise,
It sprouts a newborn from my blood,
Rests a weary harvest moon,
So one day, you too
May reap my lonesome tune.
