Closed doors

Facing the closed door,

My eyes were getting darker

while

My mind was looking at our bodies.

Withering,

Sweating,

Getting closer.

My tears,

My fears

Were

Mixing together,

Hugging tighter,

Knowing well

How my fantasy

Will never become

Our reality

 

 

 

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I was full of darkness

I was lost

But

You looked at me

I was immature

I was silly

But

I looked at you too

Your eyes followed me

Everywhere I went

I hid

I ran away

But

Your eyes were

Only thing I could see

I was lonely

I was afraid

You eyes watched my eyes

You smiled

You smiled

Looking at me

Falling

Falling deeply

Everytime I saw you

You met a girl named Maria

A West End story