seven p.m. and you arrived with heavy breathing and your royal enfield thunderbird 350X. you were dressed in all black, like how you often see the world before me and you wore the bracelet i gave you on your 25th birthday as a lucky charm. i opened the front door before you could approach to it, you smiled and i resuscitated from the dead.
we rode around town at a good flying speed but we didn't get too far. we couldn't see the stars because the city lights blinded us but i could see you so clear, you were much prettier than the winter night sky. i recommend you not to sing ever again when you're running at a meteoric speed because that's the only one good reason to dump you and your dramatic ass, you know i could use that against you the next time we fight.
we stopped for a moment because you thought you had lost your phone yet again. pause, adore. play, melts. i handed you your phone which all those time was in the front pocket of my jeans. you took my hand and kissed it like a nobleman, like king priam kissed achilles' hand, so pure and polite like a dream. pause, dies a little bit. play, stop blushing. a myriad of twinkles in your eyes, so that was where all the blinking stars went.
i thought to myself, this was what it's like to kill all my agony. this was what it's like to have a Romeo. this was what it's like to fall in love. this was what it's like to be happy.
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Let Me Rest For Awhile
Poetryshe's the main character falling in love with the wrong ones in this one. [poetry/prose]
