I enjoyed the calm vibe as I watched the waiter put down my drink in front of me.
"And now I welcome Lee Chilwu to the stage, she will be reading her poem for you today titled 'Ketchup'. Give her a warm hand everybody." I was interested in listening to this particular piece, something about it aluared me in.
"Will there ever be someone as weird as me?
will they be as cowerdly as me?
will they love the same things like me?
do they like ketchup like me?
maybe there was
I used to hope there was
but then I found out there was
Tell me your story
I'll tell you mine
Show me all your scars
I'll show you mine
Maybe we will meet when the stars align
I dont know, have I loved you in another life?
You did something you can't undo
Can't forget you and I don't want to."
Every word she said flowed like the rivers of Nile, it was beautiful and well collected. I wanted to know her scars, I wanted to know her story, what had inspired her to write this piece, the very meaning of it, but I was too shy to even look her direction.
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Caramel -Book II- knj ✅
FanfictionI always enjoyed the calm, I always thought the quite was alright until I heard her. I didn't know how lonley I was 'til she came around. It was like the silence was no longer deafening, like the lonelyness was no more. She had become the perosn I n...
