"In our old attic
I saw a basket made of batik
It was covered with dust
But inside it reminded me the past
I saw our old Polaroid photos
It is our couple mementos
Some pictures' ink already faded
But for me our memories never ended
And I miss you, your warm hugs
Baking you brownie in a mug
I miss seeing your funny sinister smile
And now I can't even see it for awhile
It was hard to describe what I have been through the years,
Every day I was in tears
From you, I wanted to hear
That "I love you, my dear."
This Polaroid photos, I will keep
In my heart, very deep.
'Till we meet again, my dear'
Maybe not today nor in a year.
But please promise me you'll always be here."
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
"In our old attic
I saw a basket made of batik
It was covered with dust
But inside it reminded me the past
I saw our old Polaroid photos
It is our couple mementos
Some pictures' ink already faded
But for me our memories never ended
And I miss you, your warm hugs
Baking you brownie in a mug
I miss seeing your funny sinister smile
And now I can't even see it for awhile
It was hard to describe what I have been through the years,
Every day I was in tears
From you, I wanted to hear
That "I love you, my dear."
This Polaroid photos, I will keep
In my heart, very deep.
'Till we meet again, my dear'
Maybe not today nor in a year.
But please promise me you'll always be here."
