Piles Of Memories

There was a moment of love

When you touched my heart

With your little bare fingers

Throwing out all of my dirt.

There was a time of innocence

When I saw spark in your eyes,

You caught me like a hunter

And Imprisoned me in disguise.

When we got our full shape

You made me to kiss so tight,

And kept the bed warm long

Even in last December night.

The more life becomes weary

The less you had time to call,

But I lived a million of lifetime

In those moments after all.

Those were the happy hours

Which didn't last for long,

Until the dark hours strike me down

And the happiness seemed gone long.

Flying on the high of Everest

When you were around,

Now the world stopped spinning

Cause its you the world surround.

In my young time I was lost and mad

Running like a fool to and fro,

To find your laughters and tears

Which I caused and let you go.

We made love in lonely street

Where we would utter our love line.

Which one gained high and low

Now becomes a history of time.

I framed up all the moments

Which made me in love with you

But now I see you everywhere

Everything I touch, carries me to you.

All my breath is whispering in silence

In the dark bloody room of your canvas

Prickles of your memory kills me inside

But I am still breathing like a cactus.

Now the clock is stopped and dead

Time has left me with nothingness

Every morning I wake up the same

And every night I die breathless.

Tired enough to be driven by madness

As body gets numb and mind fades,

With the drunkenness of your memory

I complete my journey to death.