the slow art of breathing bitter

Forever

We lie under the grass

in the yellow-orange shade of the sun.

You pull me closer and sing me songs.

I smile, knowing it's just another afternoon

before standing up and moving on.

I know, it's just another day and the last one

with you before removing dirt from our pajamas

and walking home in the cold.

The seconds drag slowly,

like a slow-dancing couple.

The colors change rapidly

as we close our eyes and lay

for a few more seconds.

We don't want the spell to stop working;

we want to be entrapped in it forever.

And forever always means maybe it's going to end soon—

like the baby-pink fairytales 

swimming in the lily-white clouds.

I wish this is our last best thing to drown.

Meaning, maybe never again.

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A/N: A happy afternoon, isn't it? Vote, please, for them to be together forever...