Loved your blue glasses...
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Loved your blue glasses, and the way you laughed at me when I was singing. I don't know your name, where you live or what you do. All I know, is that for one precious moment, I was in love with you.
Once a wait in the bus station, now, an appreciation of your eyes. What a beautiful clouded sky could not ever hide, not even under your intrigued curve brows. Your lips bitten by the unknown, are now a matter to be discovered. What are they like when mixed to mine?
I was deep scared the moment you flew to your destiny and it was not the same road I am taking. You stood up, showing all of yourself, lift your right hand up, and the crowded bus of a lonely city took you away from me. This time, I knew that under your blue glasses was a smile that thought of me singing, before taking up flight to another place, and laughed.
When it rains, later today, think of me, beautiful eyes, I will be singing again...