15 April 2014
The sea is callin’ to me
The clouds hidin’ in the mountain
All the light explodin’ b’fore my eyes
The powdery sand coatin’ my feet
The footsteps left on the shore
Tryin’ to find, relivin’ you
I would’ve followed you,
Anywhere.
I caught myself—
Throwin’ pebbles at the sea,
Like how we used to skipping stones
And runnin’ across the bay
Until we get tired
And our cheeks sore ‘n’ red
Like the watermelons
We **** to quench
The thirst of our—
Youth 'n' childhood.
The sand in your hair
The sea in your eyes—
Deep as the colour of
The sky at high noon.
I miss them,
I could get drowned
Into them and never
Survive, but happily
Close my eyes
To feel the sun and
All your love.
For the last time,
Forever.
The freckles on
Your cheeks,
Remind me of those
Distant islets—
Neighbouring,
The beautiful summers
Of our lives.
We watched every sunset
Took a lot of photographs
I saw you surf,
Over ‘n’ under the waves
And thrown back into the sea,
Like a fish that—
Jumped out of the net.
You can't drown it,
In the water.
I remember the time,
When we had fun
Who knew happiness,
Can be intoxicating?
It was a brief,
Yet close encounter.
It’s summer once again
Everythin’ is comin’ back:
The people, the place
The mem’ry
Except— you
Never knew, I’d miss you
You’ve scarred ‘n’ left me,
Like sunburn—
Seven summers, later.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
15 April 2014
The sea is callin’ to me
The clouds hidin’ in the mountain
All the light explodin’ b’fore my eyes
The powdery sand coatin’ my feet
The footsteps left on the shore
Tryin’ to find, relivin’ you
I would’ve followed you,
Anywhere.
I caught myself—
Throwin’ pebbles at the sea,
Like how we used to skipping stones
And runnin’ across the bay
Until we get tired
And our cheeks sore ‘n’ red
Like the watermelons
We **** to quench
The thirst of our—
Youth 'n' childhood.
The sand in your hair
The sea in your eyes—
Deep as the colour of
The sky at high noon.
I miss them,
I could get drowned
Into them and never
Survive, but happily
Close my eyes
To feel the sun and
All your love.
For the last time,
Forever.
The freckles on
Your cheeks,
Remind me of those
Distant islets—
Neighbouring,
The beautiful summers
Of our lives.
We watched every sunset
Took a lot of photographs
I saw you surf,
Over ‘n’ under the waves
And thrown back into the sea,
Like a fish that—
Jumped out of the net.
You can't drown it,
In the water.
I remember the time,
When we had fun
Who knew happiness,
Can be intoxicating?
It was a brief,
Yet close encounter.
It’s summer once again
Everythin’ is comin’ back:
The people, the place
The mem’ry
Except— you
Never knew, I’d miss you
You’ve scarred ‘n’ left me,
Like sunburn—
Seven summers, later.
Memories can haunt us and hurt us, forever. But, it offers us an escape to go back and relive the past. There are people that we lost somewhere down the memory lane and even for a split of a second we want to see them again for the last time. But most of us, don't get the chance to do it. That's why some of us, end up writing it down. This poem's for the people that we miss today and everyday!
Originally posted on my U N I | VERSE Instagram account @youandiverse. Follow me there!
