— ˗ˋ ୨ Morning Star ୧ ˊ˗ —
I will never forget the mornings when you were the first person I saw every time I woke up. The aroma of hot coffee and my favorite cooking of yours will always be my favorite Monday start. I will never forget our dinner conversations, where we had such an enjoyable time that we forgot we were supposed to be eating. I still remember your old stories and dull jokes, but it is your small interlude laughs that will always get me.
As time passed, I always believed that one day, one month, or one year, I would smile and reminisce about these very moments. But remembering you now seemed so agonizing because you were supposed to fill up my days, but you emptied my heart instead.
With my hair tightly tied up, I clean up my messy room just to keep myself occupied. And between these useless jokes and back-and-forth conversations with other people, I pretend that I'm alright. I try to be numb and laugh to look away from your shadow, but I can't stop thinking about our last moment together.
We used to travel almost everywhere, but it appears that these memories will now just travel in my mind forever. I cannot seem to convince myself of the words that linger in my mind. I am a fool for pretending when the truth is that I'm not really fine. Because I can never forget how you used to look me in the eyes, which I will never see again now that you're there above the skies.
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The Awakening
PoetryA diary of adventures, heartbreaks, and romances of a teenage girl, spanning up to her third year of College. It encapsulates a myriad of lessons that not only awakened her eyes but also ignited a fire within her. The timeline of the book encompasse...
