(Attributed to Rizza Jane Abayabay)
The moat was high and the strong gates were locked
But one night a friend crossed the high fortress--
Wandered the past's mem'ries of white and black
Reviving the feelings long time suppressed.
The antiquated corners of my mind
She revisited and brought back to life--
Replayed fairy tale she used to be blind,
To know the story, she waited in strife.
Staled scenes of me and the boy she un-paused,
Put back colours to the faded moments...
I'm heck of a lucky girl she supposed
Then an influx of more and more comments.
We both giggled at the story of us
But this is just a flashback, love has passed.
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