There finally comes a date

To anticipate

No longer the void pixels

But soon, sentimental vessels


Months of lyrical voices and words

Of loud snores and your suggested ballads

The bulk of all memories

How annoying, your play on my ideologies


Some things I’d look forward to

That cunningly side eyes, lovely fool

Yes, no fishes and veges, I remember

To fill but only the hearts that steer


TC & Wassalam


Author: Sabrina Edris

I'm like neon lights confined in a black box.