unspoken

𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜

Maybe it's the timing.
Perfect and undeniably on point.
It was when my eyes laid to yours, sun bounced against your skin, reflecting everywhere, casting out the shadows.
Whisper of wind that sent shivers and cold blows.
It was the way you move against the current of people.

Maybe it was your eyes.
It was perfect and undeniably beautiful.
Tired and curious, full of havoc and wonders.
Covered with stacks of secrets, waiting to be uncovered.

Or maybe it's just me.
Forcing myself to see--
In beauty and chaos there we met
Rushing, filling, breathing heavily.

Loving you wasn't in the plan,
All words have been said and done
In the crowd of perhaps and uncertainties
I think it's no sin to take your kiss
and love you even if things doesn't make sense.