She keeps songs locked away in boxes like secrets. She will take them out like postcards to help her remember the feeling of a different time, a different person by her side. She likes the one that makes her eyes close to see the lights. She smiles at the one that makes her stand up on tiptoes, the one that helps her forget she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The tune will carry her.
Like it did the times when voices broke like a heart. When instruments’ strings would snap and hurt.
woman, not all lost battle means defeat, stand still because someday, all the tears you shed will bloom rainbows and gardens in your heart, in your soul and you will flourish oh nothing but a beautiful blossom
in the somber shade of worn summer nights hidden were boxes of summer memories left to rot in the attic there’s a fog drifting through the smokey alley of memory lane and words of promises slowly evaporates to the empty summer air i stood there, reminiscing letting flashbulb images run through my chaotic heart a tear falls, and more as i finally took a step away from a place we once called our home
i didn’t know i was bleeding until i saw the blood d r i p p i n g just like how i didn’t know that you already left me until i realized it’s such a long time and i was still here staying, waiting