𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Longing Memories

I'd tell you how much you mean to me in Czech,

but the words won't sound as pretty as this.

You put a smile on my face, no matter the day,

your jokes so bright, like sunshine rays.

You're the first boy who's acted kind to me,

something rare I've never seen.

Your texts mean the world to me,

too bad mine are ignored and left unseen.

I remember the night you texted,

midnight, was it?

You wished me a happy birthday,

it was all I could think of that day.

Walking through Britain, phone in hand,

our chat open, all the sadness gone from my head.

When I talk to you, I feel like I'm in Wonderland,

every heavy thought running through my mind, dead.

I wish I talked to you more, I really do,

but you seem uninterested, so texting will have to do.

I hope you come back around,

I miss the way you joke, smile and laugh.