Ancient city, looks like the one where we met last summer.
Smells of after rain.. last summer it rained as well as we walked the streets hand in hand.
Morning black tea in the beautiful plaza.
I walked the streets here alone, the architecture making me feel bold.
This should've been our place to meet.
My heart waited so long for this greet.
You left yourself be defeat.
A lost boy holding in too deep.
Remember me when you will cry yourself to sleep.
I won't look back, as I am too worthy of my love.
Now I stand here alone, yesterday feeling torn.
But now I know, this is the place in which I was reborn.
©phantom
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