It's 7:37 in the evening,
Still talking to you like we had a beautiful beginning.
Can you feel how nostalgic this was,
Listening to our old favourite songs.
Screaming the words on the top of our lungs in the middle of the night,
And everything felt so right.
This moment shines so bright.
When I first heard your accent,
It sounds like a melody that I can't prevent.
Walking down in a cold heart pavement,
Singing the blues that we can't forget.
It's the summer of '21,
I am still thinking that you're still the one.
YOU ARE READING
elegies
PoetryA collection of my poetry and lyrics that I made during the quarantine. Lately, this became my diary. This is composed of my dreams, thoughts, feelings, and fantasy. Some of them are canon, and some of them are based on my very own experience. Somet...
