its this time of the year..
its ending, its finally ending
the year is over
the memories are completely left behind
the people i lost are all left behind
and its also that time of the year
the month that we meet in
it's December 21
the tattoos title i have always wanted to do
the day i though a miracle happened
the day i used to admire a lot
to the point i celebrate it every year
with my self.. before i do it with you
this is the first december 21 i spent without the smell of ur black jacket
without the deep voice of urs that i always admired
without staring at the loveable face features of urs
it was indeed, loveable
life is definitely odd i can say
ironically odd i can definitely say
it breakes you
it shapes you
i changed as a person that even the pen i always used to write in noticed
im not the human being i used to be
i shed tears sometimes on the person i have became
are they happy tears?
or the other way around?
nobody knows..
not even the pen that used to know exactly what i felt in every moment and situation in my life
felt me in this case
is this is a part of growing up?
is it the end yet?
nobody knows..
but the only thing my pen noticed is one thing
that i started to understand music to the point i stopped writing
to the point i started craving specific mixtapes
is it the goosebumps i get when i listen to it
or is it the beat that it has a lot of meaning
nobody knows..
and as soon as i do
ill let my pen know
-nmkisca