But what if we met today,
Under the rain that was already premeditated,
A drop would roll over my left cheek and your eyes would follow it,
It'd reach my upper lip and disappear as moisture,
But you, you'd remain standing there
In front of me, like a flawless work of art.
Mistakes or righteous acts would stop mattering,
None of us would turn into smoke and vanish away,
But for once, we would be as flesh and bones,
My happy reason;
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
But what if we met today,
Under the rain that was already premeditated,
A drop would roll over my left cheek and your eyes would follow it,
It'd reach my upper lip and disappear as moisture,
But you, you'd remain standing there
In front of me, like a flawless work of art.
Mistakes or righteous acts would stop mattering,
None of us would turn into smoke and vanish away,
But for once, we would be as flesh and bones,
My happy reason;
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