A girl met a boy on the beach
It was the sixth sunset of May.
She was wearing a crimson dress,
His hair was in a perfect set.
"I think I've seen you before," the boy said
"Yes," with determination in her eyes she added:
"You had seen me but you never take the chance."
Looking down at her fingers,
He knew,
He missed the chance.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
A girl met a boy on the beach
It was the sixth sunset of May.
She was wearing a crimson dress,
His hair was in a perfect set.
"I think I've seen you before," the boy said
"Yes," with determination in her eyes she added:
"You had seen me but you never take the chance."
Looking down at her fingers,
He knew,
He missed the chance.
Ming Sama | July 19, 2016
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