Memories paint pictures
with beautiful colors of the past.
They build fine fortresses
where loneliness takes refuge.
Moments with you
are multicolored pasts;
when my heart learned to breathe
at every mention of your name.
I can't cope with this silence.
It deafens my yearning ears.
The clamor for serene noise
from the beat of our hearts.
The chemistry that flowed
through the stirs in our eyes.
The concurring beats of our purpose.
Pointer to a beautiful and glaring union.
But I'll say, take all the time.
Read through my heart and its lines.
I just don't want you to be another lie
Wearing the clothes of truth.
©jonnypen
J