Apr 2020
I remember that night when we both stared the same sky,
The same fireworks;
Heard the same waves,
The same laughter
And ended it with a shutter.
Now, all that's left is a shatter.
The same fireworks;
Heard the same waves,
The same laughter
And ended it with a shutter.
Now, all that's left is a shatter.
It's just sad when beautiful memories turn into triggers that hurt when remembered.
(F/Philippines)
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