My writings are not about you anymore,
Just sometimes, you cross my mind walking across the sea shore.
The sand in my clothes and the muddy castles we made,
Your promises, your lies, and everything you said.
When the waves reached the land,
I remember you ran away, taking my hand in hand.
When we sat under the cool shade of trees,
I wished for the time to be seized.
The fragrance of petrichor around us,
And we travelled together on a bus.
Suddenly, every word I wrote became yours,
I shouldn't have loved you; you made me feel so insecure.
But here I am! Still hiding you in my verse,
To me, you are my blessings; you are my curse.
~Hgk_writes
