Short hair, innocent face.
Skinny legend, simple clothes.
Messy look, but still cute.
I knew you when you were younger,
My eyes found yours most of the time,
I thought I have done a crime,
How I wish you were my lover.
You knew me when I was younger,
Your eyes were always meeting mine,
You're just like the yellow fresh flower,
And I will be near you like a sand.
Staring at me like I was never fine,
Looking at me without anger,
I wish I was not blind,
So that I could be your lover.
I knew you missed the old memories,
Because sometimes, I do missed those memories,
You wrote me a letter but you hide it,
And, I want to chase you but I am afraid.
I felt like I was just a shirt,
You will put me on and say I am your favourite,
And I love it because I was never hurt,
And you will look at me and flirt.
I thought you'd come back to me,
I was waiting at the same old bench,
Wearing the soft blue cardigan,
and the turquoise pendant,
But, you disappeared again...
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
Short hair, innocent face.
Skinny legend, simple clothes.
Messy look, but still cute.
I knew you when you were younger,
My eyes found yours most of the time,
I thought I have done a crime,
How I wish you were my lover.
You knew me when I was younger,
Your eyes were always meeting mine,
You're just like the yellow fresh flower,
And I will be near you like a sand.
Staring at me like I was never fine,
Looking at me without anger,
I wish I was not blind,
So that I could be your lover.
I knew you missed the old memories,
Because sometimes, I do missed those memories,
You wrote me a letter but you hide it,
And, I want to chase you but I am afraid.
I felt like I was just a shirt,
You will put me on and say I am your favourite,
And I love it because I was never hurt,
And you will look at me and flirt.
I thought you'd come back to me,
I was waiting at the same old bench,
Wearing the soft blue cardigan,
and the turquoise pendant,
But, you disappeared again...
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