scared
you ran away
said you don't want
anything tied with your hands
broken
in a bench
looking at buildings
staring at parking lots below
unpredictable
one day you come
next you are nowhere
where should i stand myself
guessing
you handed me
your hand so i'd draw
redecorate the paradise in my view
leaves
you are and you do
fell and then fell apart
on a summertime with you.
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just a human being with feelings and the ability to turn them to words. sounds like magic, sometimes tragic but always classic.
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