It's weird to think,
that only 5, 6 days ago,
I was sharing your company
and you were sharing mine,
and whilst I'm here remembering,
every word that was said and,
memorizing every letter you pronounced,
you probably can't even remember,
the conversation we shared about autumn;
and how you laughed when I mentioned loving
dark lipsticks, which never would affect you.
And how I'm sat here wishing, wishing forever,
that you were in love with a girl with blonde in her hair,
enjoys to wear dark lipstick in autumn and winter.
And how you want to desperately show her,
she doesn't need to push people out.
Because you're a person to.