Cliché

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I finally realized something...

About you

About me

About us

I want to be yours

And you- maybe, want to be mine...

Both paralyzed by time

Playing eachother

Hitting rewind, in hope that

Something more will happen,

Each time....

Sharing whispers in the dark.

During the nights you called for me,

Was only a facade...

Reminding me you aren't here,

We are apart.

"Kiss under those lights for the first time"

Both across from eachother,

Your eyes meet mine.

Each binded chest loosens,

Our gazes stay locked.

I'm really afraid you'll taste my

Past on my lips that I tried to cover

With different brands of chapsticks.

What I wanted was to get up,

Move towards you and let our

Our space conclude,

That gap feeling of lonliness;

"Desperation"

Swept under the rug.

Your hands,

Travel up my waist and our lips melt.

But that's not what happened...

We each stayed still

Each questioning glance of approval

Taken like a picture.

It could only last for so long before

It simply disappears and heads

Back into my head,

Where I still wonder if you'd

Let me kiss you underneath those

Lights.... and let the night capture the

moment in its moonlight.

Or is that just too cliché?...

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