MEMORIES are also PLACE

I caught myself coming back

to the lyrics of an old song,
to the colors of old photographs,
to the pages old journals,
to the every little old thing.

and to the old us.

Because memories are also place.

They are places wrapped in a beat,
in an album, in a poetry, and in someone’s heart.

And at one point in my life,
our memories once became my favorite
place I kept coming back to. Flashback after Flashback, it all felt nostalgic.

And at the same time
I felt that beautiful pain
you left behind.

(pictures from pinterest )

stretching

I feel like a place people go to bury the love
they don’t want anymore, to plant things they know
they don’t have the time
to tend to.
And I know that I am more
than the sum
of all the people who could not love me,
but I am always quick to forget this.
In my sorrow, every fresh goodbye sounds more like an “I told you so.”
I hear it in the sound
of my own voice.
You said “sometimes people aren’t running away
from you,
they’re running away from themselves.”
But it never feels like that.
I see your good shoes stuck in my muddy earth.
I see footprints
stretching out away from me
and nothing else.

Long distance Relationship

I was lying in my bed one cold sleepless night

Thinking if you’re allright

Misses our conversation under the starry sky

Butterflies in my stomach that makes me wanna fly

You came in unexpected time
Moments when love is never in my mind

But you never gave up

You introduce the poison called LOVE

Minutes, hours, days and weeks passed
All I wanted is to be your last

But nothing ever started

Confusion and illusion, that’s what I created

Time comes and feeling became so strong
I’m standing still, waiting for you to call

But suddenly you’ve changed, feelings became unsure

If you can’t love me back, then just let me know the cure

I’ve come to realize that distance is not really parted by miles
Sometimes, the longest distance is between 

YOUR HEART and MINE

P.s ;I wrote this on my diary some time ago 

(illustration by unkown )