Strings of Nostalgia

15: Damsel in Distress ❣

Candle lights, red motif, romantic date

This event is what we could celebrate

You would ask me then wait for me by eight

If and only if I'm still your "soulmate"

Pity me for I'm stuck by the fake act

By a boy who'd never have an impact

If I'd say that I'm going to subtract

Subtract him from my life and lack in tact

I'm haunted by the memories of him

Like a never-ending popular hymn

Built by a careless guy who loves to whim

And turn a colorful world unto dim

What a shameful and childish fantasy

It deceived myself absent-mindedly

Clueless of why it broke me callously

Gladness was given to me scantily

Up to when will I become a damsel?

So sick of leaning in this wishing well

Aching with bitter tears until I yell

The right words for you which I cannot tell

-A ❣