I have seen the world, from Chile to Alaska. Paris to Japan.
Yet with each step I take, each breath, each blink.
You're the thought that never leaves.
You're the mint on my tongue,
the taste I will never forget.
I may shed tears,
for I miss your color,
in this dull world.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 1:02 AM UTC
I have seen the world, from Chile to Alaska. Paris to Japan.
Yet with each step I take, each breath, each blink.
You're the thought that never leaves.
You're the mint on my tongue,
the taste I will never forget.
I may shed tears,
for I miss your color,
in this dull world.
I don't really know what to put here. I hope you liked it.
