Admiring the locks and thinking , I can't put mine on it.
No one can anymore.
You, you were wearing an old ripped denim with a t-shirt from Tommy Hilfiger. Oh, those red and blue stripes.
You were smoking a cigarette on a fall evening,
You, were anything but what I wanted you to be,
You were wretched, you were open minded but close hearted.
You walked up to me as I stared, stood beside me, looking at the same lilac sky .
"Isn't it beautiful?", you said stamping the cigarette.
"What is?", I asked tucking my coat close to me, it was cold.
"The weather, inside of you." , he said .
I had nothing to say, I was so drawn to you, still not knowing why we did whatever we did.
Maybe we were in love.
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