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Spells and citruses Fourth or sixth? Decades or years? Lasting scent of teenage years I can't remember the last time I felt like a deer Smiles so fake, but pure as the sunny day Push and pulls from that street we crossed How each of us had each other's backs Remember the spell of a frozen time Made us close like sea to tide Worlds apart, dangerous in each other's lives A few sacrifices I faced, The misery we both faced Grew us close, But drew us apart A suffocating thought, a heaving guilt in its wake Denials of trust between us Spells of fear and daydreams between us Poems we wrote with such grace, Forgotten in the ink, with such disgrace Recalls of each memory A pain in the chest, cardiac arrest The envious gazes of passersby, Summer rays blinding us from their slithering sorrows A blissful movement we made, A frozen picture in our brains Silence after all the noise Reminds me of us The smiles and tears, The upset on our faces, The notes and letters slide away A bittersweet smile on our face Honour students we were Oh, such dreams we lived Stressed about a test one day, Laughed about not studying the next Magical were those days The late day or the first day? We met on Thursday We split on Thursday Signatures still linger on the school shirt Markers scattered on the tiled floor, stepped on by many high schoolers Joy and sadness in our eyes, Silent goodbyes from afar with just a glance We never actually said farewell We were too good to be true A secret we hid till the last day of truth Now look where we are An uncanny whisper of the past The memories burn a hole in my scalp The whimsical whistle of the period’s class Shut the doors far too many times You said you hated romance, But touched me with a fever I caught Slid the notebook to me with a smile, Gave me snacks while sitting on the last bench Loved the thunder outside the windowsill “The favorite days of our prison,” we say until Kind words from many, Betrayal by so many Left a few teardrops in the sky They never fell with the rain or the midnight sky
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
"Silver Sunny Days of Suffocation and Glee" Part 1
Spells and citruses Fourth or sixth? Decades or years? Lasting scent of teenage years I can't remember the last time I felt like a deer Smiles so fake, but pure as the sunny day Push and pulls from that street we crossed How each of us had each other's backs Remember the spell of a frozen time Made us close like sea to tide Worlds apart, dangerous in each other's lives A few sacrifices I faced, The misery we both faced Grew us close, But drew us apart A suffocating thought, a heaving guilt in its wake Denials of trust between us Spells of fear and daydreams between us Poems we wrote with such grace, Forgotten in the ink, with such disgrace Recalls of each memory A pain in the chest, cardiac arrest The envious gazes of passersby, Summer rays blinding us from their slithering sorrows A blissful movement we made, A frozen picture in our brains Silence after all the noise Reminds me of us The smiles and tears, The upset on our faces, The notes and letters slide away A bittersweet smile on our face Honour students we were Oh, such dreams we lived Stressed about a test one day, Laughed about not studying the next Magical were those days The late day or the first day? We met on Thursday We split on Thursday Signatures still linger on the school shirt Markers scattered on the tiled floor, stepped on by many high schoolers Joy and sadness in our eyes, Silent goodbyes from afar with just a glance We never actually said farewell We were too good to be true A secret we hid till the last day of truth Now look where we are An uncanny whisper of the past The memories burn a hole in my scalp The whimsical whistle of the period’s class Shut the doors far too many times You said you hated romance, But touched me with a fever I caught Slid the notebook to me with a smile, Gave me snacks while sitting on the last bench Loved the thunder outside the windowsill “The favorite days of our prison,” we say until Kind words from many, Betrayal by so many Left a few teardrops in the sky They never fell with the rain or the midnight sky
inspired by "Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me".
#highschool#memories#nostalgia
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everwilts
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
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