Letters without hyphen,
People without stories,
Is this life just an adventure?
Can we move past the glory?
Back in the day,
Always looking this way
Regret is greater than gratitude,
But why is regret always to stay?
There are times I wonder about you,
Six years down the lane and
I am lost without you.
That fragrance, that name,
The ocean blue feeling I had within
Hard to remember what I wrote for you back then
All I know I’m writing cause you exist, damn.
No matter how further you stay,
I don’t know if I want you back again
Dark as the moon gets,
There’s not much of distress,
I know this is fucked up,
For a human to be stuck in his brain.

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