Strap-on

If all things on Earth stop production, my heart will never stop beating for you. 

What a mushy sentence I could imagine a couple might whisper. 

But nonetheless, both parties enjoy such ambience. 

Taking a stroll down the back of your home,

Being nostalgic about your past life can be sweet yet bitter at times

So why does your voice still resounds in my mind?

Holding on to the last strand of hope,

you slumbered down on your bed without even looking back.

Scuffling over the obscure intuition, 

I opened my eyes realizing that all was just a dream, 

dream that reflects events that had happened years ago…

All goes on….

 

Cheers