they call me a surreal poet

i live in my rhythm at its best

even when there’s no hope left

my poetry is eternal, no regrets.


my leaf necklace, your plume earring

are the remnants of our little fling

close resemblance, far off strings

heartfelt apology for not making you my king.


“get to know me, you might find a disappointment.”

we were the gamers in our own challenge

you could’ve been my end game, yet ending the game was my decision

we both moved on, so tell me why sparks still fly in our moments.


is it the strong aura surrounding you?

is it the taste of your lips I never knew?

is it our mutual awkwardness, is it true?

or is it the recollection of our old memories, who knew?


Lyrics by ᴊᴜʟɪᴇʏᴛʜᴇ1sᴛ

Featured image from WeHeartIt.

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