Discrete, Are those two innocent souls.
Innocent, Are those two fading lovers.
Lovers, Are those two teens, just discrete.
I know that my words are insufficient. But, I don't really know how to describe you... The suitable words haven't been in any dictionary yet.
Blushes, Those which I saw on your cheeks.
Everything about you, Your tangled hair strands, Your messy eyebrows.
The bun-like hair.
In any dictionary, Perfection should be defined as you.
I wish to see the world through your eyes, So I can know how beautiful it is.
I am afraid to forget that I love you Afraid to forget that I need you That I had you.
Afraid to forget the sound of your laugh, To forget your scent, Your touch And, that I had such love.
I forgot that I loved you, I forgot every time I wanted you, Every memory I had with you.
I also forgot how to be honest, I still lie, I can never forget you, ny vivid dream. But for you, I am a fading memory.
The way the moon reflects sunlight is so interesting. How does the moon wait every night for the sun to look at him so he can be noticed, so he can be more dominant, more comfortable. I guess I feel the same way the moon does, when I look at you. How empty I was untill you made me whole. How dull my life was untill you made your reflection.
That pink sweatpants has never been good in my eyes. And those turquoise nails have always looked strange. It all changed when you made up a combination of colours. A colour bomb, a rainbow, walking perfectly through the room, looking like a piece of minimalist art.
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