Two young hearts with unstable feeling
Wound their soul without a dealing
It doesn't provide them healing
No fine ways can cure it from aching
Playful destiny causes much pain
Figuring it out leads things in vain
Inconvenience makes them so insane
Recognizing that it's not like twain
A note makes him hope for a future
Despite of the cut that gives torture
Scar will soon be replaced with nurture
Perfect timing will change old culture
A piece tells her to give time and space
In order to roam around through phase
Never beg someone or never chase
Set things will occur at the right place
So they're both expecting that somewhere
In their favorite place, they'll be there
They'll meet and admit that they still care
Until time permits their love that's so rare
-A ❣
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Strings of Nostalgia
Poetrysentimentalizing about being wrapped up in the painful yet beautiful reality of the past
