Deep in my young heart
I've always had this empty longing for the past
My heart silently bleeds for thy
Like it was a lover gone forever

I love history books because reading so
Puts me in a blissfully euphoric,
Yet miserably nostalgic trance
That would later make me ache for it even more

I miss the places I've never been to,
I yearn for the company of people I never met,
I crave those olden days I have never had the chance to live,
I adore those who have long been dead

Here I am, always craving, always wanting, always waiting,
For that polite, serene, and old-fashioned pieces of love
To happen to me too
When will I ever get to feel
That genuine humanitarian compassion they had long ago?
I'm afraid to be just another lifeless photograph
Withered by time