I'm surprised and said, "damn, you know him? he's my ex,"
"he's my classmate, what a coincidence," you answer, "Barry, anyway, you?"
"Louisa,"
the cheeky smile while we talk for the first time,
the conversation, and it feels like it has no end,
i don't wanna stop, neither do you.
we keep talking, until the night wind tell us to shut.
but, in another chance, i hope your lips will be the thing to shut me, would you?
nevermind, that's just my random thought.
@ all right reserved, louisa driffinite.
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PoetrySYNAISTHIGIMA - Synaísthima Afígima This is how my life goes and feels, gonna describe it with my style.
