Even from the start, red flags were waving to me.
I should have escaped, ignored my curiosity.
I thought the scars were healed as the time flies away.
But as I look in those eyes, my mind went astray.
Top one in my priority list, as always.
Still makes me swoon over the ordinary ways.
A lingering pheromone, reaching my nostrils.
Distant memories, awakening all the chills.
Yet I know, I must supress these feelings once more.
To avoid this tired heart from bleeding like before.
Frustrated at night, wishing I have amnesia.
To diminish these unrequited euphoria.
A story with many seasons, yet no ending.
Down bad, drunk in an unforgettable feeling.
To the flower that no one can match or mimic:
"I should have known that I'll never be your first pick."
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Left Unspoken
PoetryA collection of poems from the heart due to some feelings and words that are commonly unspoken. Left Unspoken Copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved Start: September 17,2020 End:
