An open window
and a day time breeze
brushing through your hair
with a smile of you seize
As you told me to lay
my head at your lap
murmuring silly stories
as we begun to laugh
Opening a rusty radio
to sing old songs
I already knew beside you
this is where I belong
However some things
might have changed
visiting an empty room
day by day seems strange
A sweet scent of you
in this area lies within
a peek of memories of us
makes my tears flows through my skin
I miss your voice, I miss your laugh
I miss everything about you.
I'm just here patiently waiting
As I already knew that you love me too.
-A.C.J
YOU ARE READING
The Last time I'll write about You
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that I originally make.
