I feel the heat, as I cling on your arm,
It's 4am, at the summer capital.
There at the bus, at a chilly weather,
You'd put me your bonnet so I feel warmer.
It's like a blurry video now,
Constantly playing in my mind,
But dialogues never leave my side,
So I whisper to myself "I'm fine."
I watched you catching up with my father,
Like you'll gonna be our family member.
The man I thought my first and last,
Now I need to leave with the past.
There, we're under the leaf fallen trees,
Hearing the sound of crisp in our ears.
You look at me, like I am your forever,
I'm not your temporary, your eyes utter.
Why it's hard to forget all of this?
Words are still clear that Christmas eve,
You're a scammer at telling promise,
And I'm like a dumb victim to believe.
Sad, I see your bonnet yesterday,
Blue, I heard the news from you today,
If only we're matured enough before,
I should be in white dress on April four.
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Fictitious. This is about reminiscing an old and first love. A love that is hard to forget and haunted.
