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14-09-2016

Monday, October 17, 2016 @ 3:16 PM - Permalink | 0 Chats

There was something more

in your eyes

the way you looked back at me,

with the rain

gently falling,

and the wind

softly calling.

There was something more,

with your sweet disposition

and my wide eyed gaze,
the smell of coffee
and its steam clouded in the air,

your jokes who never failed,

and a new company,

the way you offered your shirt

and your worried eyes.

There was something more,

but whatever it was

made the butterflies in my stomach

dance in a way

they have never danced before.

And for a moment,

I was okay;

I was happy again.

(depok, 15-09-2016 03.00)

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