do you remember
when you accidentally
brushed against her hand
and your own hand lingered
for a moment or two
before snapping away
almost instantly
she felt a connection that day
and maybe you did too
but you kept it a secret
she longed for your touch once more
and her vivid dreams became wilder
like a pale shade of pink became neon
you fuelled the fire that was burning out
and so david de gea,
it can be said that you
made her fall harder
maybe it was destiny
that your hands collided
but whatever it was
it secretly left you breathless
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nefelibata | de gea
Poetry(n) lit. "cloud walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art. - in which the feelings of a dreamer are dismissed by manchester united's goalkeeper. [...
