having dinner in a fast food chain
while talking about anything
raindrops falling as we ate our last piece
laughing how messy we can be
and as we are finished
you grabbed your leather jacket
put it above our heads
as we ran towards the car
we stopped in the middle
just getting soaked up
from head to toe
laughing and dancing under the rain
we are like crazy teenagers
forgetting about everything
kissing under the heavy drops
not caring of everyone looking
just you and me in this moment
holding each other close
locking our lips to a promise
only we both knew
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.
