In a summer night like this,
i'd love to have an amnesia
because that gentle wind that tickled my lashes,
somehow always carries your brand on its ring finger
discreetly pulling along a ball of messy, tangled yarn
in which our souls once used to entwined
and gave me a stumble
everytime i take a step forward
In a summer night like this,
i sometimes wish for an apocalypse.
because in an apocalypse, crazy things are forgiven
and i swore to you, the first thing that i would do is gonna be dialing your number, striving for an amend
because i've tried, god knows, i've tried hard to forget.
but the damning thing about being a human is,
the heart often rebel againts the intention of the mind
and it's been months, years, and decades since we last spoke
but these ghosts that called themselves as memories have been keeping me awake at night.
I've begged a pastor for exorcism, a monk for enlightment, and a syekh for advice,
yet
i
s t i l l
c a n ' t
cleanse your shadows out of my soul,
the everpresent whispers in my ears,
the fingers hidden within every damned summer night's wind
and now imma tag @Tilgarial , sowwy for the overly late post
*kowtows*
In a Summer Night Like This - Too reluctant to move on
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