Like writings on the sand,
To be washed away by the sea
His hold on her heart,
Will eventually seize
She knew that sooner or later it shall pass,
And so she paid no attention
Though she wonders what he has,
To be the subject of her infatuation
Time passed and he remained,
Looking oblivious
But she thought differently,
Thinking it's a game of hide and never seek
Both of them hid,
Until the moon arised
Later on,
The game turned into something she despised
The letters carved,
Now unreadable
The raging fire,
Now starved
Yet the memory remains unforgettable.
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Residuum
RomanceEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
