”Parting stories don’t have any end, for ending doesn’t have any story” -Teddy ©
He held her just for a moment
A moment, enough for their story to be written
And enough for them to become the moral of it.
First time trying Poets_Prompt. Pic Credit: +Mai. Rest lines: Teddy.
Cramped between the green epiphany,
A place mine heart calls home,
For not the bed that awaits mine dream,
For those walls breathe bestowed upon our touch.
Tales flickering in thou memories flow,
Away with the water in echoed reality,
For pebbles revered in thee face chimes.
The grasses seen nights of full moon,
Nights began when you touched mine face.
They wonder why lies a chair when two soul live,
For they not know what lives, only found mine body,
When thee sleeps peacefully inside the tomb,
And what’s left in thee found a place,
Mine heart calls it now the Home.
– Teddy ©
Inspired by few lines written by +Mai. Pic credits: +Mai. Poem and drawing credits: Teddy
I Lost Mine
What gave mine dreams, found thee,
Life in hundred steps,
Saw million days and night.
Fort mine unspoken words painted you,
In pieces of your smile,
where I lived.
In shadows of what illuminated, what’s mine,
Those walks that blinked,
away your goodbye.
Where mine drenched heart,
slept in your last letter.
Ode to your name rose the embers,
Besides, mine ears listen to thee lips.
Melody lost of this world,
For your silence spoke mine peace.
In every tide rode waves of dusted fear,
Fort when darkness found its shadow,
I lost mine.
– Teddy ©