It was July, twenty-third
Remembering the day isn’t hard
The first time you called me petal
It still makes me so sentimental.
It was year two-thousand and ten
Those years were absolutely golden
In between all the moments that we’ve stolen
Can never be forgotten.
You played me Fleetwood Mac,
Sang me Rolling Stones,
In passion and happiness,
Your eyes shone.
From 60s classic to Brit Pop to Soft Rock
Incomprehensible Italian lyrics to Japanese,
Our karaoke nights,
Witnessed it all.
From exchanging Murakami to Brautigan,
And so much more,
These memories will never perish
You’re my most prized secret
That I’ll forever cherish.
P.S.: I started blogging exactly 15 days ago. I love to write. Always have. And, I gave myself a mental challenge to write something everyday for fifteen days straight. And, I did write new poems every single day for the last fifteen days. I never thought I could. But, I did it and this’s something I’m very proud of. For this consistency. And, within these days I’ve gained a lot of support from my fellow bloggers and friends. So, I just wanted to say a massive thank you. I’ll be taking a few days break as I’m a final year masters student and I’m loaded with tasks. But, I’ll be back very soon. Please keep supporting. Treat everyone with kindness. All the love. -A. 🙂