Nostalgic Sparks

Contest entry about my dreaded muse...

The comedy
The tragedy
The poison sting of your leave

The light
The dark
The different shades you left me

Four years
And dear
You're making these words come clearly
Yet you never see me

*Still I won't stop writting these stories, poems, songs
Not until I move on
Honey,I won't just hide, stay here, shut up
Not until I finally don't give a fuck
Because there is something in that heart of gold
There something in that hurting soul
That's sparking up this girl


The stares
The glares
The confusion you implanted

The hot
The cold
the temperatures that left me half dead

But now I'm

Shining
And darling
Somehow it's because of your memory
Yet you never see me

*chorus


Keep hiting me with nostalgic sparks
Keep hiting me from afar
Inspire this soul
The only thing I can control

*chorus