Wanderlust

Edges crinkled
an aftermath of emotion
tears scarring the pages
turning thin paper with caution
a few chapters tinged bittersweet
the feeling of hope, evanescent
before I felt warm tears rolling down my cheeks
and a sense of sadness present.
Their love was their salvation
shelter from their bodies storm
but their beauty ended in destruction
a girl who was happy now wearing a look forlorn
I imagine if the pages spoke
they would speak of their grave pain
explain romantic ventures
with picturesque terrains
no matter all the tears lost
or how much it makes me seethe
it was worth the momentary wanderlust
in the end, it’s not as bad as it seems.