L a s t

Dear Love,

I still remember the swing of your steps
and the high heel i said you not good with
but it still the steps i miss
the fresh of the air while us sit on the bench
together we shared and wait for the shine
but it still the memory i miss
your first bikes ride could not erased at all
the pink dress that you wear with the smile
still catch me when i miss

so i'll go sit on the floor holding your photo
all that i know is i don't know how to be something you miss
and i never imagined we will end like this
you told me you love me but why did you go away

our memory on the station would not be astray
because the tears of you walking down the stairs
strikes me with the wish.


inspired by Taylor Swift, Last Kiss.

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