6 am the usual wake up,
Reading the messages from my buttercup.
But time has changed,
I never see your name.
Waking up from a nightmare,
Going back to my secret love affair.
The promises we both swear,
It seems like we really don't even care.
Our love begins in the early of summer,
It ends in the beginning of fall for the better.
We both don't have enough time,
But you're still the best thing that's ever been mine.
There is nothing bad I can say,
Even you are the one who first walked away.
Someday I will heal but not today,
I'm still hoping for you to turn back and stay.
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
PoetryI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
