nostalgia and love

If you were a feeling you'd be nostalgia

Like sand left so little left in hand

You cant help but reminisce the one you dropped on your way

But if i were to be a feeling i'd be love

Like wandering eyes trying to reach the end of the light yellow sky

I think you feel it too how we compliment each other

Without you, love wouldnt hurt

It wouldnt heal

But without me, nostalgia is a painting without colours