I torture myself as I listen to a song serenading you; to come to me
the scent of the warm light
guiding you; to come to me
slivers of every hue, I reminisce
helping you; to come to me
the intensity of the colors we made
telling you; to come to me
it's the second season and yet -
the dried leaves are my only company
for you are not with me
- I’ll give the stars just to feel again, how you made me feel when we are in each other’s summer and wishing each other will stay till winter.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
I torture myself as I listen to a song serenading you; to come to me
the scent of the warm light
guiding you; to come to me
slivers of every hue, I reminisce
helping you; to come to me
the intensity of the colors we made
telling you; to come to me
it's the second season and yet -
the dried leaves are my only company
for you are not with me
- I’ll give the stars just to feel again, how you made me feel when we are in each other’s summer and wishing each other will stay till winter.
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