Flickering lights of flashbacks like fireflies scattered in the skies,
It is an unknown place that's new to me.
An old tale from when your grandma tucked you in your sleep for bedtime stories,
A Romeo and Juliet that ends in tragedy
Oh, what an adventurous voyage of adoration,sorrow, yearning, and satisfaction!
And it blooms in fields like dandelions that never forget to blossom throughout the season.
As if I were a child who had never grown up in Neverland,
That is engulfing us in a whimsical dream that held us remote with clocks ticking backwards.
Two hands drifting imminently past the time of opposite worlds meeting in between.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
