12am Friday
I remember all what you say
All the splendid words
That made my heart flutter
I watched the other side
Hiding my cheeks from burning
With your mischievous smile
And your eyes that glows once in a while.
12am Friday
I remember all what you say
"Tell me lies, tell me lies", you told me
Sighed. The truth or the fact?
Perhaps what is real needs to be loosened
"I want you ... so bad"
My heart felt prickled with pain, unknowingly
It was no lie after all.
12am Friday
I remember all what you say
And now I asked for the truth and pray
I stared at our conversation where it says "Typing…"
You, a pilgrim, with my interests grew in you
You built words that's exactly I'm expecting to
So you said... "I want you.. for now"
But, how about tomorrow?
12am Friday
I remember all what you say
Hello Stranger.
- 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗
■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■
It always starts at 12am.
What is?
The dream
of you and me
happened.
- Belle
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An Ode to my Almost Lover
PoetryI met a lot of people, whom I subjected in my verses. Perhaps some are worth it, while some are not.
