Her heart belonged to
the past, six feet deep
buried under nostalgia,
gasping.
We move on,
and we keep living.
but every so often
the nostalgia catches us.
do you like cigarettes, cologne, and rum?
It's the grief that we carry.
Grief for the relationships we've lost.
Sometimes, we're really just running from the boys who broke our hearts.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Nostalgia
ŞiirYour senses remind you of him or her, nostalgia hits you like a wave of grief or remembrance of that time or that person or place.
