~::~ Memories Torn ~::~

~::~ Memories Torn ~::~

Memories forlorn

Of years long gone

A place called home

A place to call our own

 

Of crumpled sheets

Kitchen counter treats

Amorous eventide teas

Romance by the trees

 

Of first borns and words

Midnight wails and turds

Of projects & papers

Even best achievers

 

Today we lay chipping

Wallpapers, dirty & ripping

Dusty, grubby and slime

Like rotted wood with time

 

Memoirs vulnerable

Of yesteryears colorful

Dead with the seasons

Irreparable beyond reasons 

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This is my entry to the Magpie Tales Prompt –  Mag 210

 

~::~ Is It Love ~::~

~::~ Is it love? ~::~

 

When the best place to be is in someone’s arms

When you’re lost away from all worldly charms

When an intense look gives tummy a somersault

When all emotions seem to be locked up in a vault

Is it love??

 

When a single touch sends across shock waves

When togetherness is all your heart craves

When everything loses colour in their absence

When even the sanest things, lose out on sense

Is it love??         

 

When the eyes are giddy and mind is numb

Even to minor pleasures your will succumbs

When Music becomes the best friend & lyrics all true

When mind is reeling with feelings blue

Is it love?

 

When nature’s beauty seem like mediocre scenes

When only a feeling of emptiness reigns

When interaction with others seem middling affair

When yearning in memories is all you care

Is it love?