how ethereal, she thought,
that same old thought
ran through her mind
again.
as if it was a routine,
or even a force of habit,
she got lost in his chocolate eyes,
as if she was stargazing
(maybe she was).
she ran to the melody of the raindrops,
and he tried to follow the pace of her dance,
in order to catch the bus
at the some stop where it all began.
the boy next door looked at her
as if he also had gotten lost at her sight
and he smiled
cherished, she felt.
suddenly she woke up
and prepared for a new day
as her love remained
where he should be.
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thoughts of a thoughtlessrobot
Randomhere are some texts I have written and some that I have been writing. just some thoughts of a thoughtlessrobot :)
