I remember, the nights we had, were the best memories.
I was behind you, my hands on your waist as I held onto you.We were on your motorcycle, driving into the night, the breeze dancing with us.
I loved these moments with you.
You were my knight, escaping reality.
You showed me the world, your world in a quick pace.You were not the joker;
But my batman, who seems to come at nights, when I needed him.

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Poetry#poetry_1 The peel of a blueberry is tasteless but what matters is sweetness of the inside.