2nd of february, 2020

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by JeeliciousZul

by JeeliciousZul

Sundays were good.
No heavy traffic jam,
no professors to come,
no rooms to go,
no breakouts.

Only a pair of blanket, pillow
and earphones playing
my favorite music of LANY's and Sheeran's.

It was way back then,
not until you came.
Sundays are when my phone's waiting
for your call,
hearing your sweet voice in a cold room.

But,
Sundays aren't Sundays,
if we can't talk more than hour,
if i can't see your best curve—your smile
and those pretty eyes you laid upon me.
if i can't fly into space by the bliss we've shared.

everything wouldn't be a reality—
if it is not because of you, my ever fantasy.

—sundays aren't sundays without you, yaangdreamer