Across the wallpaper of memories,
scrawled are little hearts and dreams,
a rag doll hanging by the seams.
Dart board and dried Rosy petals,
take away all The Elder Scrolls,
before the realization befalls.
From the corner I would watch,
dust settle on your unmade bed,
“Mockingjay” remained unread.
If one day, life mourns no more
I would unlock the doors again,
and stroll around the memory lane.
and stroll around the memory lane.
The Elder Scrolls – The Elder Scrolls is a series of action role-playing open world fantasy video games
Sad and beautiful at the same time…memories aha no one realizes but they are stronger than every weapon and pen in the world…beautiful poem 🙂
Lovely 🙂
I love the imagery you painted here with your words. AMAZING!!
Very touching… loved the title, so apt and so beautiful. 🙂
thank you so much Eli 🙂
thank you Sue 🙂
thank you for writing in 🙂
thank you 🙂
thank you so much for visiting
That's exactly what I had meant 🙂 thank you for writing in
I loved that book 🙂 thank you so much
thank you 🙂
thank you so much. Glad you liked it 🙂
Wow – a very emotional poem … sad and sweet at the same time… beautiful:-)
Poignant and wel-suited to the photo.
=)
Surely healing takes time, so that locked door must wait. Thanks for dropping in at my blog
Much love…
Wall paper of memory says it all….beautifully expressed.
This is such a great poem!
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This is so sad and beautiful. It is like a parent who lost their child. beautiful rendition to the picture
SO much you say in so little. Mockingjay will stay with me now, as I finish my chores for the night.
Very visual
PhenoMenon
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Some excellent turns of phrase here, especially "Across the wallpaper of memories", Bittersweet poem. 🙂