Oh! I am far from you Fiona
You have painted much aura.
Ready was i to always smile
And was shy to talk for a while.
As i go down the memory lane
I know my nostalgia is not in vain
There and then you stormed the stage
And of my book, you were in every page.
Oh! Fiona, all about you has changed face But your beauty still takes its place
Guys would turn their heads for you then
But you didn't know i was using my pen
Today, i recall how you've been
And i imagined how often you are seen
Now if i embrace nature or grace,
One day i'll see you face to face.
Missing you.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Oh! I am far from you Fiona
You have painted much aura.
Ready was i to always smile
And was shy to talk for a while.
As i go down the memory lane
I know my nostalgia is not in vain
There and then you stormed the stage
And of my book, you were in every page.
Oh! Fiona, all about you has changed face But your beauty still takes its place
Guys would turn their heads for you then
But you didn't know i was using my pen
Today, i recall how you've been
And i imagined how often you are seen
Now if i embrace nature or grace,
One day i'll see you face to face.
Missing you.
A poem of nostalgia of an high school crush, Far From Fiona is a true life story that dates back to 2005 and really underlines the importance of observation and note-taking.
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