Come to me

A sip from an old vintage tea...

the torn parts of the pale newspaper's breadth

the shape of its name brings back that breath

a smell from the days with no internet

the plays were acted, the watchers were preset

when special invitations to the carnivals weren't needed

when knocking on doors was just enough

the breeze swinging from the filled parks and roads

the breeze filled with love instead of false hopes

a blink of an eye brought me here

the cold air calls someone with end not there

the violin i adored now just barks

the eyes i swimmed in, now have sharks

wooden doors opened for a call

now emails pop up for far-away calls

if that smell still exists, come to me

if those selfless mirrors are not broken, come to me

if only those things could come out from picture, just come to me

if only that song could sync in our minds as before, just come to me

come to me

come to me

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

the violin i adored now just barks
the eyes i swimmed in, now have sharks

i really like these lines as they stood out to me. makes me think of olden times and how everything was so much better. Today we lead such fast paced lives. I like this a lot

[grace]

Thank you so much for reading it! and i know how right you were when u said "today we lead such fast paced lives" i felt it!

[shadrach hah]

Hi Grace, as Chris says, your wonderful words take me back to a time when everything was so simple. We talked together face to face, we went out together. I so miss those times. Everything seems to be going technologically now. Another wonderful write from your golden pen, Grace. You make me remember happier times. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[grace]

You are right, even tho i wasn't present at those good times but i wanna live them and give up on all these tech things. Btw, thank you so much for appreciating my work. It really means a lot!

[shadrach hah]

You are always welcome, Grace. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Chris Shaw]

Your lines make me think of a different era. They take me back in time to when technology wasn't king and people communicated in person. Yes, they actually spoke to each other and it was a kinder world when doors were left open without you thinking you would be robbed. Not everything improves with time. Your words made me nostalgic. I am thankful for my earlier days.

Chris

[grace]

That's so true... Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my poem! This is really nice! :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome

[Kat]

This poem is absolutely beautiful wonderful job Grace!

[grace]

Thank you so much for reading it! means a lot :)

[Kat]

Of course! i love your poems i'm jealous of your creativity

[grace]

omg m blushing!!

[Kat]

It's true you're an amazing writer you have great potential! and i'm sure i'm not the only who's jealous of your creativity

[grace]

How can someone say such kind things! Thank you so so much for appreciating my writing and I'm sure you're a great writer too

[Kat]

Of course!