It's weird
how I remember your legs,
the curvage of it and
sparseness it feels, including the
colour tone of it.
It's sweet
how I remember your smile
the one which made your eyes
gleeful as you
parted my bangs lightly.
It's sad
how I remember your texts
those with hurtful but truthful
words which reject yet
lingered with your concern.
It's helpless
how I remember the look
you gave as you incidentally
glanced over, only to hope
that you didn't.
It's painful
how I remember your back
as you turned, after delivering
your last look of longing as if you
wished for more but logic disapproved.
It's bright
how I remember the future
as we used to describe, it is still
bright
to me and my hopeless heart.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
It's weird
how I remember your legs,
the curvage of it and
sparseness it feels, including the
colour tone of it.
It's sweet
how I remember your smile
the one which made your eyes
gleeful as you
parted my bangs lightly.
It's sad
how I remember your texts
those with hurtful but truthful
words which reject yet
lingered with your concern.
It's helpless
how I remember the look
you gave as you incidentally
glanced over, only to hope
that you didn't.
It's painful
how I remember your back
as you turned, after delivering
your last look of longing as if you
wished for more but logic disapproved.
It's bright
how I remember the future
as we used to describe, it is still
bright
to me and my hopeless heart.
