Faded…

That faded flower, Symbol of our love,
Laying between wrinkled pages of special old book.
Still own that passion and charm,
Around me that feeling of you, wrapping your arms.
Too fond memory of our season.
Faded colors shrieks,
We were together for a reason,
Journey must end with beautiful destination.

That faded melody, of our love song,
Deep inside the music chambers of heart…
Waiting to be answered for where we went wrong? 
Like corpse in a morgue for so long.
Still own that sweetness in the lyrics of love,
Each word holds some pieces of my beloved. 
Faded voice sings a plea, 
Give it some melody and make it free.

Those faded lines of our poetry, 
Telling the tales, in some secrets of our diary…
Once we weaved with smiles and secrets of our heart.
Still states that true love will set all else apart.
Faded flower, faded songs,
Faded smile, fragile thoughts.
Faded words, Faded dreams…
With each other share the same themes,
Faded by times but still alive in some dreams….