Reel
This is a feeling unlike any
Like poison in a fruit of scent,
With memories a tad too many,
All too bittersweet to give vent
Like poison in a fruit of scent,
Thoughts of school years pass by
All too bittersweet to give vent,
Or to let go without a cry
Thoughts of school years pass by,
A girl refuses to give up,
Or to let go without a cry,
The chances to be tuned up
A girl refuses to give up,
She loses, all too soon,
The chances to be tuned up,
Her fate's in a cocoon
She loses, all too soon,
Till today, for her mind's elsewhere
Her fate's in a cocoon,
She feels too few minutes to spare
Till today, for her mind's elsewhere,
The moments of the now flit
She feels too few minutes to spare
And nostalgia, they call it
The moments of the now flit,
With memories a tad too many,
And nostalgia, they call it,
This is a feeling unlike any
Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023
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