She looked at the wall
At the window near with the trees tall
Outside, she could hear the birds' soft call
Flying across making the rusty leaves fall
Her eyes were opened
She was awake and
The last remains of the stranger were gone
Stoned, she placed her hand on her brow
Drawing it down until it was once again at its place
She was wondering now
About that strange space
About the boy who escaped her
Who could have told
That somewhere in a different corner
A boy by the name of Jason
Was thinking about a mysterious girl
Her name he didn't quite knew
But her face was painted in his mind
Like a proud artist he kept it locked inside
Until the destiny decided they shall meet again.
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The Time We Dreamed
PoesiaDifferent dream, same person. Cassandra and Jason are trapped in a world of fantasies each night, with nothing to do but to get to know each other. Can this magic curse upon them be one of the best things that had happened or will all fade away in a...
