Maybe it was a little bit too much, of everything.
Of things said, of us sharing memories.
Of cold hands and happy days.
Maybe it was an old nostalgia,
Of the mix-up synergy,
Of honesty and sincerity.
Of yearning for longevity,
Of hopeful feelings for you.
Maybe the long nights and the short days,
Maybe the sad skies and the broken hearts,
Maybe the uncertainties of life,
Of saying goodbyes.
Of splitting ways and long distances.
Maybe it was merely a dream to live on, to never be awaken from.
Of your sweet smile and hopelessness of me.
Maybe it is just me, overthinking.
I really wish you'll be there for me, always.