recollections

the chalice of living in the past
a faulty perception of something that has been
reminiscing of a fantasy of a world
because that is what fits the mood
and what you’d like to believe
build a bridge
unravel the depth of the stream
don’t dip your toes to the current
it will take you away fast and with fury
across the alluring poetry
its seductive woos
the garden filled with tulips and roses
paint my skin with colours of love
sketch all that you desire
but once it wavers and suspects
that not everything is agreeable
the walls tumble
the glass breaks
and our soles bleed
the ruins of memories cave and disband
we are not the same

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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