Same old

Dearest Friend,


I wish to let go of my past but it keeps haunting me. I wanted to cry when you held my hand yesterday. Although it has been so long, I still feel for you because you are my first love. I know this feeling is only temporary so I look forward to Sunday. Because it is when you will leave, when you are no longer around, when you can no longer touch my face or hold my hand, that my heart will turn numb again, as it has been.

Same old

The tobacco flavour that lingers on your lips,

Still taste the same.

Those familiar rough pair of hands,

The naughty fingers that used to tinkle me,

Til I laughed uncontrollably.

Are still as cheeky.

I never want this to end.

I can still feel the warmth of your embrace

Feels just like yesterday.

Just being here with you,

My heart's burning

But my lips remain silent

It's something I never want to tell you

You will always be the one

Inside my heart

You will always be my first love.

Time and Tide may come

You will always have a place in my life.

This my heart reminiscences,

But you will never know

Because I will never tell.

But you will always be the one.