That song was like history,
An opened textbook,
Filled with memories,
Lyrics felt like stories,
Untold,
To this day those stories are ones I withhold,
Playing that song that reminded me,
You were quite like a mystery,
It was everything I wanted you to be,
Opening my eyes I can see,
How every light shun and the colours across the sky,
I stared at the moon and stars,
Chasing cars,
Weird how?
How history repeats itself,
Now that I think about it,
Alone,
To myself,
I guess that was the same way with us too,
We were like history,
Nothing could ever change what we had,
All I can do is write poems in this notepad.