Don't Mention

In a scrutiny few paths I would

walk by myself to light my footsteps for you.

with blood stains,

river of tears leading to hope paved path,

boundaries.

The moonlight has illuminated your pupil,

and a gentle breeze plays entangled with your strand

I am distracted by the arc of your lips,

untie the knots that I tied skilfully;

your invading hands aren't faded

My favourite song aren't harmonious anymore.

Red brushstrokes hued everything

The curses of fate wasting time

still running from the things we should embrace.

-©TheCursedPOET