Dark Blue Memory
Dark Blue Memory
No words are gentle
Till they're kept in the mantle.
And the Memories are like trails,
Although the Time seemed to be frail.
The passions were unfurled
Posing the vows as cults
And dreams camouflaged.
The melody of the soul
Humming like the bee
And now stringing in silence,
To portray the picture of decadence.
That time has slipped
From the fingers flipped
Leaving the blue blisters.
The Memories can also fly
Like the disguised butterfly,
And secretly kiss on the lips
Pouring venoms in the heart.
More the soul tries to breathe
The more it's trapped in the dark blue grip.