Struck Me Sentimental
This night struck me sentimental.
Not yet tears, but film on my eyes;
memories play, instrumental.
Hums impersonating gentle.
Reality runs deep, tears rise.
Who knew, me, this sentimental?
My decisions detrimental,
my regrets I've tried to disguise,
they pluck at me, instrumental.
His call all but accidental
to this longing. Surely unwise.
He: catalyst Me: sentimental
This aching is continental.
I laugh, really, at my demise.
Ha-ha, sounds now, instrumental.
It's broken down, fundamental,
how naive I was. No surprise
this night struck me sentimental.
Memories play, instrumental.
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