Oh-oh...
cold cafe latte,
cheesy romantic movies,
mushy crisps taste better
and I giggle for no reason...
Oh-oh...
cold cafe latte,
cheesy romantic movies,
mushy crisps taste better
and I giggle for no reason...
On a soundless night
mother's loneliness
sucks the life
out of her
yet nothing can take love from her
just because
the waves of the reticence beach
played nostalgic songs
I fell in love with
his shadow
the little chubby hand
let go of my hand
scratched and scared
strong and snug enough
to hold the hand of someone
my daughter started playing Monday Blues
at the morning table
as it gets louder,
my lips started humming
the song of emerald green waves
Freshly baked scones
smell like
the enchantment of the girl
chasing lotus flowers
in the rice field
The weathering flower
in the small glass jar
longing for
the morning sun
till the last petal falls