Under the streetlight, covered by moonlight
I sat upon a bench, waiting to unite
took out my diary, flash-backed our memory
read all your letters, sunken in harmony
listening to the rain drops, took out my umbrella
reminisces your voice, how you call me senorita
buses after buses, all kind had gone by
still neither recieved a call nor a reply
thoughts in my head, ran a sec per mile
my brain submerged in doubt, but heart said to wait
someone took me in arms, hugged so tight
i trusted my heart, so was it you...
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 11:45 AM UTC
Under the streetlight, covered by moonlight
I sat upon a bench, waiting to unite
took out my diary, flash-backed our memory
read all your letters, sunken in harmony
listening to the rain drops, took out my umbrella
reminisces your voice, how you call me senorita
buses after buses, all kind had gone by
still neither recieved a call nor a reply
thoughts in my head, ran a sec per mile
my brain submerged in doubt, but heart said to wait
someone took me in arms, hugged so tight
i trusted my heart, so was it you...
Waiting can be hopeful and dying too..
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