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 🙂