They were talking , talking at the golden gate
while people were watching , spinning tales
of how unceremoniously they were meant to be .
She with her giddiness , he with his
chaotic yet mesmerising expressions
they seemed to glide
through space and time .
She loved books and hated boys ,
while he loved quiet and hated his choice
To be here
But he still stays at the golden gate
To see her
They wondered how life was better
Without things too artificial
And how their flaws became their bridges
She saw his real self bloom as they talked , thinking
this is beautiful
we are invincible .
And he thought too
I'm finally myself for real
she makes me feel alive and true
And all these years , I never had a clue .
She loved him as she loved nostalgia
which hung by a weak thread in her memories
While he held it tight and straight
So they could fly .
And they were thinking , thinking when they reached the golden gate
that -
I'm grateful , just weirdly grateful
To have you with me .
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Random Thoughts In My Random Head
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