One was his curiosity and other was his competition. One, he was afraid of losing and other, he was afraid to hurt.
What will happen if he fell for his curiosity ...." Can I wish for something from you ?"
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" Can you look at me like you look at h...
Ever since I saw you dancing, laying on the floor breathing Will it be weird that I felt the scene captivating..
After I started to live around you I realise how different you were from anyone one But I wasn't brave enough to break from my past like that..
The night when you first time held me to sleep after a fight, Since then I never stop wondering...
Would things been different if I had met you before ?
Would I have asked your number that day, in the dance room?
What would be the song about, that you sang on the last day of the feast ?
Would there be still tears in both of our eyes ?
I often drive from the road down your street but the lights are still off (house) But on a good note I have started to find small things good specially the feeling they build in me.
Things are turning better than before, as I have started to give them their time and respect they always needed. Like
My father and I are back on terms Every Friday night we drink together outside in the backyard looking at the stars, talking about things, people, mom and you..of course when he dead sleep. And have a small one on one in the rings with boys around cheering for me and him, he always wins and I let him Its good to see him happy around me.
I go out clubbing with my boys, they call me their Boss for no reason they tend to chill, relax with me They say I make them feel protected. So, yes It's good feeling.
Until my eyes fall on a figure under the neon lights, I see you dancing in the smiling, laughing gazing at me but you never call me.. I am drunk..
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Every night driving back is always the best feeling cause I don't feel empty that much I have you sitting beside jamming a any song playing on the radio and drinking has become my routine to have you around. Gosh you look so beautiful even at night, even in my dreams..
Don't mind the dried drips of the paper Its probably from the rain coming from my window..
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