Memories swim,
in the waters,
I've never braved.
Never have I wished,
to swim within my past,
so instead, let me drowned,
let my past slither down my throat,
and kiss my lungs,
inside and out,
Heavy, moistened breaths,
gurgle, such pain,
yet I love the sensations,
that only dying memories can bring.
We learned a lot from our past. They are part of us. They help us to continue our present to attain the future. A very expressive and inspiring poem. Thanks for sharing Crimson Love.
I like this! It's different somehow, but still, awesome. Great write!
Once again a very powerful poem. We can have good memories as well as bad ones. The bad ones always seem To take over the good. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Reincarnation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past help us to grow. They make us better persons. They improuve our vision of present and future. A very expressive and inspiring poem. I love this poem Crimson Love. Thanks a lot for sharing.