Under the night sky, there are dazzling stars that reminds me of the spark in your eyes that once was gazing into my soul... oh darling, what happened to "never stopping?
You always wanted our future to overlap. The divine misunderstood and only made us intersect. Despite it all, we were given a second chance to love for a second time around. But baby,
when did our clock "never" stop?
The memory of our connection still lingers in my files, still stings in my songs—stopping me from breathing through you, my second lifetime. Say sweetheart...
why did we never stop?
Forcing my head to look away from the night sky, I can still see your dazzling eyes instead of the sparkling stars— reminding me of our once unstoppable connection. We weren't each other's first, like how rom-coms usually go, but doomed to be seconds, haunting a second chance as ghosts.
"It won't make much difference, but you're my best, one-and-only 'second' forever," you said.
With much desperation, I replied, "Then why won't you find a way to make this clock of ours work? at least for just one more second, and let time stop there?"
You looked at me dead in the eye, "Because that's the thing about us. We aren't special-firsts, or third-times-the-charm. Only second-best.
Oh. Tell me, teardrop.
Where is the person I once never stopped loving?
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Şiir𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
