Drip, drop, rain is pouring,
Cold wind is blowing,
Music is playing,
Nostalgic feeling.
Just a single click on the play button,
The memories we had suddenly came back,
October, is this the season?
This music suddenly made me want you back.
Fire is blazing in the fireplace,
This soft blanket, this hot coffee,
All of it are not doing their duty,
I just want to feel the warmth of your embrace.
But just like how the music ended,
What we use to have also terminated.
These memories in my head,
Memories that I may wish were dead.
I guess Debussy is really great,
Listening to Claire De Lune,
It made me feel nostalgically great,
A bitter sweet feeling when I'm alone.
(This is a poem my teacher told me to write while listening to 'Claire De Lune' lol! I just want to add it here.)
BINABASA MO ANG
Her Thoughts
PoésieThey say, "A single soul has million thoughts running inside their mind." And so, these are mine.
