Write me (Naturally)A Poem by phiemduLast poem in the "rambling" seriesSometime I wonder At some point in the future Would you be thinking back to that day That very random day of nothingness ? It was almost summer, The boring professor went on and on So we didn’t bother to pay him any attention I wrote plot for my coming stories From somewhere, I could feel Your scent was mixed with the smell of heat You looked up dictionary to write a song Wasn’t it the most natural thing to do ? Not knowing a word, you asked me You were busy composing Your nose almost touched the paper And I felt warm and blissful inside Everything was so quiet Only two of us in my world Knees touching together under the table Wasn’t it the most natural thing to do ? Wasn’t it also the craziest thing I felt ?
I wondered if you ever remembered your promise That you would write me a song once we became close I waited and waited Only to knew your muse was mostly her. Did you remember your promise ? Still, I’ve been hanging on Longing for the yet-to-come birthday song The song of my own
This almost summer day, My patience was challenged again People sing “If a song could get me you” And I wondered was it what you wanted to do to her ? Would you write me a song ? Or you already forgot ? Wasn’t it the most natural thing to do ? One promises, one waits So weird that summer day. © 2012 phiemduAuthor's Note
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