sinful memoirs

under the city lights

under the city lights, i only think of you.

we would roam around the city, shop through malls without an ounce of money.

our hands would glide, sometimes touch, from you a small smile.

and we would talk about our future, as if we know what to do. as if we had a clue.

you a nurse, me a teacher. and we would make ends meet.

as we are young, so is the sun so is the night. young, foolish. young, but running, out of time, out of choices.

young but naive, both of us, thinking our ends would meet.

because the last time i saw you, you would rather end us, than even meet.

but under the city lights, i still think of you.

your dazzling smile, your childish laugh, your whines, your ticklish sides, your gorgeous eyes, anything and nothing of you.

wrap my fingers around yours, kiss your neck just like how you would like it, embrace you until the sun starts to embrace us with its sunshine too, get drunk off of you.

but under the city lights, it fades too. so should i.

and so should you.

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