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Mizuki Jun 2020
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I've said it several times that I don't like you anymore, that I'll try to forget you, but how?

Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you talk, your precious smell, your gentle hands. Everything. I can't forget every detail of you, every piece of you. You. How can I forget you?

Why do I keep remembering you, why do I keep remembering the days when we're still together, when I was still yours.  

I'm trying so hard to forget you. I tried to write poems, play an instrument, listen to music. I tried everything but nothing helps. Instead, I remember you more

Music, I can't stop playing our favorite song. Everytime I play it, I can feel your warm hugs. It feels like we're flying above the clouds. But now, it's just me.

Instruments, playing an instrument is hard but you made it easier for me. Everytime I place my fingers on the strings I can feel your hands guiding my fingers but, you're not here.

I tried writing poems to forget you but it's hard because you're always my subject.

I hope that every matching words that I make, I hope you know that it's about you.
I hope that every poems that I wrote, I hope you know that it's for you.

I'll keep trying to forget you but, you still have a place in my heart that no one can replace.
Mizuki Apr 2020
Day
Evertime i wake up,
I always look forward to your message.
My day is not complete
If don't receive a "Good Morning" message from you.

Because a simple message from you
Is what makes my day perfect.
please excuse my grammar haha I'm not good in english tho but I'm trying!!
Mizuki Apr 2020
Your eyes have a different shine.
A shine that is so blinding
yet still beautiful.
A shine that I couldn't find in others.

Whenever I look into your eyes,
I get lost.
I get lost in this beautiful galaxy.
A galaxy that is full of beautiful and shiny stars.

I don't like getting lost.
I hate it when I have no idea where I am
I hate panicking while on the road
Because i dont know where I am

But, getting lost in your eyes?
It's different.
Now I like being lost,
In your gaxies, In your eyes.

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