Poetry

stuck nostalgia
Highlight the moon
Cut me in the middle of the road
When heading towards the return
I was surrounded by memories

But you sabotage the sky in the middle of the night
Until there is no room for the stars
Your facial frame shimmered like marble
Hack another memory I'm throwing away

The pull of iron horses slows down
As the brain starts to recall again
That is round
It is your eyes with a slightly brown iris

Created by: Alhakim