From a distance, I watch you drive along the beach on salty sand. Your mouth is paused and tensed as the cigarette lights up your face like a torch in the night. The dark looms brightly ahead so that it covers that light complexioned skin of yours in your black stripped sedan car. Your thoughts, I can sense, are wild and calm as the night, but it is hard to tell the expression that each second of it unravels.
I'm sitting here, on that precious stone I picked out for myself. You remember, the spot where you'd hit your head as you fell from sheer exhaustion and so much laughter that gushed out our adrenalin rush. I think i must have said some usually stupid things that even made me laugh too...it was something about building our castle with so many rooms to accommodate our dozen future children who'd all look like me but with only your tall and larkish features. Gosh! You laughed like that kid from third street and felt so good about it. Believe me, I didn't even know when I smacked you with so much gutsy for emulating my street friend - It has always been a joke to do that as usual; one of the best ways we caught fun.
You smacked me back. I punched you so hard you doubled over with more laughter, all the while still imitating our friend. Even passersby laughed with us and of course, they would have wondered what it was that racked us so hard to make us forget we were on a not-so-romantic-deserted-avenue by getting stupid in the name of love; I mean, the more fun we had, the crazier we got. We were as always, full of ourselves, in love and at the time, was the best fun trip of our lives on a beach cruise island. You were my hero and like you confessed after you had dripped a little from your falling as I held your head so dearly to my bosom, 'I was your heartbeat, and you would never want us to be parted, was how much you tendered your undying love.
We were hot and sunburned. So fried that we reeled and sizzled from thought of anything else but be together and even the sun smiled with us. Ours is a tale of friendship, tears and love and we couldn't have written our fairy life novel together better than it turned.
I am sitting here, on our priced stone, marked by the oath symbol that sealed your love to me. As I watch you drive, trying to meander your way through the route where vehicles are sure prohibited to take. And though, the sparse people that still lingers with their lovers and friends all turn in wonder at your sober approach that if by any chance suicide might be your theme. But i know better. I know that be as it may, my dear, you got other plans than to drown yourself tonight.
I'm sitting here, on that precious stone I picked out for myself. You remember, the spot where you'd hit your head as you fell from sheer exhaustion and so much laughter that gushed out our adrenalin rush. I think i must have said some usually stupid things that even made me laugh too...it was something about building our castle with so many rooms to accommodate our dozen future children who'd all look like me but with only your tall and larkish features. Gosh! You laughed like that kid from third street and felt so good about it. Believe me, I didn't even know when I smacked you with so much gutsy for emulating my street friend - It has always been a joke to do that as usual; one of the best ways we caught fun.
You smacked me back. I punched you so hard you doubled over with more laughter, all the while still imitating our friend. Even passersby laughed with us and of course, they would have wondered what it was that racked us so hard to make us forget we were on a not-so-romantic-deserted-avenue by getting stupid in the name of love; I mean, the more fun we had, the crazier we got. We were as always, full of ourselves, in love and at the time, was the best fun trip of our lives on a beach cruise island. You were my hero and like you confessed after you had dripped a little from your falling as I held your head so dearly to my bosom, 'I was your heartbeat, and you would never want us to be parted, was how much you tendered your undying love.
We were hot and sunburned. So fried that we reeled and sizzled from thought of anything else but be together and even the sun smiled with us. Ours is a tale of friendship, tears and love and we couldn't have written our fairy life novel together better than it turned.
I am sitting here, on our priced stone, marked by the oath symbol that sealed your love to me. As I watch you drive, trying to meander your way through the route where vehicles are sure prohibited to take. And though, the sparse people that still lingers with their lovers and friends all turn in wonder at your sober approach that if by any chance suicide might be your theme. But i know better. I know that be as it may, my dear, you got other plans than to drown yourself tonight.
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