you rested your head on my lap just as the sea ahead swallowed the sun whole. it's raining lightly but the quiet and beautiful splendour of you and i, south of bombay, in the city of dreams, for you to make me dream.
dream boy likes me. but you also like cigarettes, the marlboro ones, hiding it in the back of your pocket. the 40 bucks change from the ice cream you bought me was still there so you give it to the girl sleeping on the street. your hand was free and i longed to explore it with mine. all the men and heartbreaks in the past seem to be paying in that hour; that one taurus boy, cheshire cat smile and long dark hair does not seem enough, all the clocks around the world keep ringing, it's too soon; can this be a forever thing?
you untangled the nets that trapped me, the girl of the sea despite the soaked clothes i was drowned in. i wanted to remember us this way, in a tiny notebook, where we can stay the way just as we are, where people won't cut us into shreds, where none of our friends can eavesdrop on us. my friends think i will run away, crash and bury this version of me in a poem, like i always do. but dream boy, spring is here and you are here, you are my escape plan, i envisaged to escape with you.
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Let Me Rest For Awhile
Poetryshe's the main character falling in love with the wrong ones in this one. [poetry/prose]
