HIM
Your laughter was like sprinkling star dust on a sullen moonlit night—beautiful yet filled with a sadness that never went unnoticed. The kind that even a hollow heart would itch to dance at the sound of.
Somehow, you became my very own eighth wonder of the world.
I remember you standing, lollipop in your mouth and a mutual friend(one I'm grateful that we shared). I? More than grateful for a mutual friend and an opportunity to speak to you, seized the moment.
Your puzzled expression, your annoyance at my interruption—I remember it all like it was yesterday.
Do you know my favourite time that night?
When I had asked why you didn't offer me what you were licking.
I swear I could picture all the possible thoughts running through your head, and if I didn't better now, I'd have said my assumptions were wrong.
And I never forgot your interpretation of my question, the very words you said to me.
'You do know that's like kissing without actually kissing, right? It's like asking to exchange spit, only without the tongue and without much spit'.
We were so young, our minds running wild with different imaginations and thoughts, and what I would just to go back those times.
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~C.V.
Better late than never—
Happy New Year🥂
This one took me down memory lane.
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Poetry•HIM• •His words were pieces of a map leading to his heart, and each day he prayed she put the pieces together-that she found her way to him. •HER• Her words to him would be meaningless should he ever read them and yet amidst it all, she jumped int...
