Another year,
Another staying up late,
Staying home in a quiet place,
Scrolling up and down
And then repeat.
Ghost roaming around street,
Red light, red light and another red,
SB19 songs on my playlists,
Playing on repeat,
Not minding if Christmas just passed
I just want to refresh my heart.
New Year,
New brief cases and suits,
They're like an astro in the nut
Waving and testing and passing by
With tiring big eyes and shaking hands,
Heavy hearts in every steps,
Tip-toeing in the hospital bed.
Tired of corned beef and another one,
I've been eating a lot for a long time
Got ache in my stomach and it gone bad
Gladly I have my own calm—
SB19 songs are like my chewing pills,
I wanna swallow the whole dosage,
Oh, wait! Overdose? Is that what you think?
Who cares? I'd rather be than be used to the corny canny.
This past few months I lived for their songs,
I learned from their stories of their life's slum book,
They cooked different dishes in different spices
Mixing them up to make a better taste,
I just set aside the corned beef in my freezer
And rate them above five star because they deserved it.
Another year,
Another corned beef in the pantry?
So sick of it actually,
Can't even find the corn in it,
I know it's corny but where's the corn?
I keep asking on repeat.
YOU ARE READING
18:19
Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
