Every night was a night spent by the window.
Gaping at the horizon and aqua chrome dome
The luminous moon stuck awkwardly in the black.
Every night was a night spent by the window.
He could never forget the joy of her heartbeat.
Like Romeo waiting for his Juliet with his red velvet rose.
The tangerine never tasted the same with her gone.
He could never forget the joy of her heartbeat.
She just left in that small yellow taxi
Promising to be back soon.
He waited for the day they would meet in the chapel
But she just left.
1 comment:
You used your words in a respectful manner. I do not know how you did it, but you managed it quite well. Why did she leave? I need more of the story here. I do like what you have.
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