Sat
Aug
15
Please.. memories
Switch off all the digital talk,
Walk the nights of electric neon sidewalks,
a nylon guitar strums along,
grow my heart from this paved road,
listen, shh.. listen,
“you’re the air that I breathe”,
said without a word,
vain are these games,
I let go of everything,
and I smiled
-Ralph Geronilla