BrokenBallade

I keep them in my pocket, When the scent begins to fade, A little of you. Binded by brilliantly decorated and scribbled               Out of proportion emotions. I play a hand of accidents, Like casually bumping into you when we walk Side by side. Augmented melodies you sang Reverberate through my soul. An untouchable desire, An unlaughable thought, Like scattered perfection Across the skies of broken spirits. Wake me from this beautiful nightmare. This untamed dream Full of translucent magnitudes of ideas. Butterscotch flavored memories of you- One of my bookmarked loves.