by Jhana Fatima Arano
Little Nemo lost at sea
Finding someone I longed to see
Wondering…
…when will waves come back to me?
Did it ever cross his mind? Or just let me be?
Will you come to me?
Take my hand, and just let me
Let me
Let me hear you say sorry.
I am lost at sea
Lost on the ground, you left me
With heavy baggage and tears in my eyes
Reminded by the waves
The waves of your lies.
The waves of memories
The laughter soon turns into the pain of a kiss
Because you
You were all this little Nemo wants all the time to listen to
Now, I haven’t even heard from you.