Those late night conversations
Under the pale moonlight
Expressing feelings without holding back
We shared our deepest desires and our darkest secrets
We embraced each other’s flaws and accepted each other for who we are.
Memories were made
Under the bright light of sun.
The long walks on beaches
Never cared about the sharp rays of sunlight that pierced through our skins
Memories were cherished
When we burned the midnight oil laughing at our own inside jokes till we cried.
Singing our hearts out.
Laying next to you.
Your warm breathe on my neck
The smell of your aftershave.
The strong scent of your cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette.
The softness of your touch.
The soothing sound of your voice.
Losing myself in those dark brown eyes of yours.
I cling desperately to these memories.
Memories
A.H
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
Those late night conversations
Under the pale moonlight
Expressing feelings without holding back
We shared our deepest desires and our darkest secrets
We embraced each other’s flaws and accepted each other for who we are.
Memories were made
Under the bright light of sun.
The long walks on beaches
Never cared about the sharp rays of sunlight that pierced through our skins
Memories were cherished
When we burned the midnight oil laughing at our own inside jokes till we cried.
Singing our hearts out.
Laying next to you.
Your warm breathe on my neck
The smell of your aftershave.
The strong scent of your cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette.
The softness of your touch.
The soothing sound of your voice.
Losing myself in those dark brown eyes of yours.
I cling desperately to these memories.
Memories
A.H
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