I really felt the coming of this season,
when warmness shifted to coldness.
When time is our constraint,
When space becomes the reason,
of this wilting care and concern.
I am drowning with loneliness,
Missing your voice,
every high pitch and low notes.
Blinded by darkness,
of having not seen you in a chance.
Maybe I'm not prepared for this,
to unfold this chapter of my fantasy.
I am slowly falling into pieces.
But still I want to give my best,
as I had promised you at first.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
I really felt the coming of this season,
when warmness shifted to coldness.
When time is our constraint,
When space becomes the reason,
of this wilting care and concern.
I am drowning with loneliness,
Missing your voice,
every high pitch and low notes.
Blinded by darkness,
of having not seen you in a chance.
Maybe I'm not prepared for this,
to unfold this chapter of my fantasy.
I am slowly falling into pieces.
But still I want to give my best,
as I had promised you at first.
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