The dissonance feels indiscernible now.
My favorite bench became home
for both of us.
You didn't scorn,
rather embraced me from the beginning.
And the sky opened;
the stars glowed only for you.
Watch them glow,
watch them sparkle for you.
(I bet you didn't know this was for you)
Only poetry was being written.
A screenplay coming to life.
Avant la prochaine fois, manquer,
avant la prochaine.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
The dissonance feels indiscernible now.
My favorite bench became home
for both of us.
You didn't scorn,
rather embraced me from the beginning.
And the sky opened;
the stars glowed only for you.
Watch them glow,
watch them sparkle for you.
(I bet you didn't know this was for you)
Only poetry was being written.
A screenplay coming to life.
Avant la prochaine fois, manquer,
avant la prochaine.
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