and when i saw you today, i skipped a beat. not in a good way.
you looked wet. and your half-smile reminded me of that timid august evening. when you were all colorful and bright. and a little shy to lend me your hand. and i remember your little grin. like a moon-slit. and your occasional giggles.
and when you sat there, by the perfusing halogen shade, i traced your eye brows. in the corner by the dresser. so that you would not see. i feel ashamed now.
i don't know why but i squirmed at your voice. i felt deluded. a little cheated, but i can let that pass. not because i fell in love with you, but because there was this mesh of trust that you wove out of a timeless misery. i'll let it slide.
if i could wish upon a star. this day. i'd say go where the dream catchers fly their kites. you will see blood on your eyelashes tomorrow.
you looked wet. and your half-smile reminded me of that timid august evening. when you were all colorful and bright. and a little shy to lend me your hand. and i remember your little grin. like a moon-slit. and your occasional giggles.
and when you sat there, by the perfusing halogen shade, i traced your eye brows. in the corner by the dresser. so that you would not see. i feel ashamed now.
i don't know why but i squirmed at your voice. i felt deluded. a little cheated, but i can let that pass. not because i fell in love with you, but because there was this mesh of trust that you wove out of a timeless misery. i'll let it slide.
if i could wish upon a star. this day. i'd say go where the dream catchers fly their kites. you will see blood on your eyelashes tomorrow.
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