The book with the brown cover…

That is our book

The one with the brown cover

It lay on the shelves at the frozen corner


That book has preserved us like a pressed flower

Solitary and distinctive

There are sounds between the pages

And only a voice can bring us back to being after ages.

The twenty sixth leaf have your hands on my shoulders

And how you kissed me full on the mouth

We closed our eyes as our skin drenched in rain

The twenty sixth leaf have you kissing me again and again.

A promise made

A promise kept

A promise broken

A genius poured our blood to ink his pen.

The epilogue have your love written on my face with a knife

You killed me

And we both died

Love was our prerequisite..death required.

And now as we lay neatly pressed between the pages

Hoping to breathe when someone opens it after ages

For our love didn’t end on the last page

As it didn’t begin on the first page either.

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