Nov 2016
He wore blue, and she wore white
Keeping the true, the more, under their hide.
Looking as empty, they just don't bother
To discover the fact that they were meant for each other.
And, oh, do they met one day.
Under the bright sun in a crowded train.
Two pair of eyes found their way.
A stare so deep yet quite in vain.
When he wore blue and she wore white.
Unscathed by love, untouched by light.
Covered in shades of the daily races.
Disguised by the gaze of a thousand faces.
And so they went their own ways
Far, and astray, never to meet again.
Leaving a trail of where it ended,
As well as where it began.
Keeping the true, the more, under their hide.
Looking as empty, they just don't bother
To discover the fact that they were meant for each other.
And, oh, do they met one day.
Under the bright sun in a crowded train.
Two pair of eyes found their way.
A stare so deep yet quite in vain.
When he wore blue and she wore white.
Unscathed by love, untouched by light.
Covered in shades of the daily races.
Disguised by the gaze of a thousand faces.
And so they went their own ways
Far, and astray, never to meet again.
Leaving a trail of where it ended,
As well as where it began.
It happens, you know... if you believe in fate. But then again, what kind of fate? I believe that fate isn't linear. It's like a tree, where every branch is dofferent from another, and every single one will come to an end on a lively leaf.
