Closing Eyes

Strange;I remember your fringe,
I remember the fibs, that I used to say, to you.

It stinks, to a suave sir,
Was ever it a true?
Closing eyes looking to you:
Not a dream, it feels reality,
More than me, more than sea, more than this city.
If you ever were real,
You should've had a cereal,
With a smile so kind.
The time must wind.
An air with your scent.
No roads that now bent.

The lids are up, and I lost you, in somewhere I can't touch.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A recollection of something once sweet. The eyes are open now and may see it differently. I prefer straight roads. I like to see where I am going. First of yours I have read. Hello.

Chris

[Praveen]

Actually you have reviewed another one of this account before:
https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/AGTGMDGT4PM4MP38/2086226/
Sorry for I have to use a different account, but it's nice to find people are still seeing your old writes.
So, thank you for the review.

[Chris Shaw]

You are very welcome and I just checked up on the link you provided. So I did, a year ago now. Good to see you are still around.

Chris

[light and ashes]

Beautiful, bittersweet, and haunting....a great write.

[Praveen]

Well thanks, it's an extract from a very old song called The Frightening Fame.

[light and ashes]

The whole thing? So is it yours? I'm sorry, if that's a dumb question. You might that kind of unclear.

[Praveen]

Yes it WAS my account. I was looking back at old poems yesterday, found your review unreplied. So thought it won't be nice of me, or this guy, if......... So I felt like I should reply.

[light and ashes]

Cool :) thanks