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Jul 2016
I love the way
his lips curl
and his eyes crinkle
whenever he smiles

I love how
he makes silly faces
and laughs so loud
whenever he's with me

He would randomly call
at random times
just to hear my voice
and for me to hear his

It was those
midnight talks
with him that
made me fall harder-

I was madly in love.
He would sing
me songs to sleep
and kiss me goodnight

He would hold
my hand
and hug me tight.
How I loved those moments.

Those moments
that I wished
could last forever
but they didn't.

I thought I finally
found the one
I'd spend the rest
of my life with

But I was
blind enough to believe
that I could have
a fairytale of my own.
---

But it's okay
I'm fine , no worries.
It's just another nightmare
and I'll soon wake up.

It's always the same-
The same old story

© Cyrille Octaviano
07/14/16 | 11:20 pm
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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