those beautiful eyelids of yours
darkened by days of weariness
when our eyes met
sparks flew out of control
as the anguish beneath us
reconstructed
pages of adventures followed
the scribbles
the interlocks of legs and fingers
clinging onto me
afraid yet secure
12 days, XII
rapid pace, as i wheeze and heave
you smiled
assuring everything is fine
lips on lips
we will make through this
path of memories and chatters
relishing our experiences
coffee, tea, soup
underdogs of social circles
pondering upon
our similar circumstances
guitar and piano
greenhorn, beginner
rollercoaster melodies
limits as high they were
couldn’t salvage us
12 days, XII
12 divide by 3
that’s how long we lasted
staring into the streetlights
trying to touch you
6 strings, soaked
as i write this in the time of XII
keys and strings
they never go well
sober is my name
i’m madly drunk in love
with you, yet
we were not meant to be.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC