Hand in hand. We stare up to the dark sky and talk about what we plan to do when we are older but we both know it will all fall down the toilet when those plans will tear us apart.
We point to the lights below us that shine light on the many personalities and the graffiti sprayed on the walls. We stare in awe as the airplanes containing souls that might be coming home to see their loved ones or might have came to escape their old lives to create a new one, fly by.
9 of the most famous white letters stand high behind us.
We look at each other's eye and there is a moment of silence. To us time stopped and Earth stopped spinning as we exchange those three words for the first time.
Those words have been said million of times but now for some reason these words have became sacred.
So hand in hand. We get up and leave the spot where those famous 9 letters have witnessed millions of times. A couple. Hand in hand. Exchanging those three words. While watching planes and pointing out to those souls.
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These Little Things
RomantizmThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
