Buried Hearts

Warmth of delicate notes,
Fragrances from persona’s mixed:
Least forgotten, buried amongst
The sands that time forgot. Once lost,
Memories recover the fragrances;
It feel lost no more.
Chosen nights earned no more.
Pain felt goodbyes and
Eclectic sounds pulse from heartbeats raw.
Memories, deluded into one’s forgotten,
Remnants of hope merged now into pain.
Chosen to believe in reckless love,
Yet chance forsakes our misread hearts.


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