i have so much to tell you lately.
how i would spent hours read stacks of stupid love stories.
how i regretfuly wasted days of daydreaming about what the future may be.
how i relentlessly cried over sad scenes of old movies i've watched like a million times
how in rainy days i only felt to lay in bed, with a cup of smoky hot cocoa and freshly baked croissants.
in sunny days, i'd stroll downtown to take a look at the vintage stores with warm scents of cinnamon and dim lights.
in the mid year, i'd spent almost a whole week to hunt for summer sale.
when it comes to 2 weeks pre christmas, the streets would shaded under the twinkling colorful tiny lights spreading all over. even the white snow seem to be colored as well.
Oh dear
how i missed enjoy these stupid events with you, silly boy
if only i told you just at the first place
cause now i learnt how suffocating this could be
to lose someone who unconciously
ridiculously
utterly
crazily
obviously
once was so close to our heart
YOU ARE READING
Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PoetryA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
