Saturday, January 19, 2013

a kiss in the park



The first kiss in the park
The year of the teenaged life
On a bicycle to meet the girl
On the park she waited...

Days were running
Stopping by at her shop
Along the way cycling home
The girl who stood there

There was no spark
There was nothing in romance
It was just a kiss in the park
A cold lips the teenaged life

The whirring breezes
The quiet park the easy flow
The letter of pages
In the end it was just gone

The strangers became
Even sitting in the bus
There was no smile
It was over just like that

Eyes of richness
It became the trade mark
It was better this way
The story never began

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