There is pause when the sheet spreads on table. Pause of my pulse. What’s gonna change us? Antique but unchanged answer spoke from those cherry lips. I shall remain silent n smile as always, it’s a result should have been acknowledged half year ago. Just like that, here I am, sitting in the dark while moon is resting on white soft clouds, as usual.
The sun lives in a city nobody raises head to look up to, I look outside the window where bright and clear sky in phone album that I will never forget. And yet, another story begins. Fate will lead to the destined end.
Here is my response to your bed time question: I don’t wanna be your next, I want to be your last.
How's that sound?
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