The night we met was perfectly perfect.
Perfect in way that made everything else in this world disappear,
no sounds could distract me from you,
no lights could distract me from you,
no person could distract me from you.
I was focused on you.
I felt something pull me closer to you as we talked,
all night we talked,
and the next day,
and the next,
was it fate?
How can I explain the need to not say goodnight?
How can I explain not having the will to stop talking to you?
How can I explain the not having the will to leave you?
Almost every night we talked, I couldn't bring myself to end our conversation.
It's almost like I knew what we'd become
and I didn't want to end what hasn't started yet.
I'd fallen for you
And I'd fallen hard
I'd fallen deep in a wonderland...
our wonderland.
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Late At Night
FantasyA story told through poetry... Uhh...hi, I'm Maya. I usually don't talk about how I feel, but how I feel sets me apart from the delusional teen mentality of realty. Wanna know what I mean? Oh, don't worry. I'll tell you... Through poetry.
