Would you consider me
extraordinary?
Or would you treat me the same
like in the summer of last decade—
We were kids
Same old town
Same old playground
Same old friends, we come around
The same old stargazing
whenever the electricity has gone insane
We lit like a match
Constellation crashes
I got the sign too
the similarities I found in you
Not twins, no sir!
But a soul mate, so dear.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
