August.
I strecthed out my right hand,
reached yours with weak smile,
"you know what it is," you wishpered, beautifully,
your voice is covered with your pretentious face, awkward self,
i know you better than this.
I kissed you with tears of releasing love,
looked your piercing eyes gleamed with cloud of doubts and lust,
we both know it doesnt work out,
never,
"Listen, we had that moment, you know this is so..." your words drifted in my tongue,
"beautiful..."
What's wrong with our heartbeats?
When did you realized there is more to me in this life?
We sleep in disastreous emotions...but i know the morning light will put smile on my face, "I had a beautiful life with you," i wishpered.
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