Untitled - Poem by Jhonas Lumanlan
That look of the rose, I remember
when it called to me in thorns
I remembered crashing to dreams
and lights and music and memories.
When all the sky is falling
catching clouds would be rather
but funnier than raining
because I remember everything.
And all that we miss
are things we can’t get back
like time running, flowing down the sea
the river of tears, the pit of falling in love.
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