Bedtime/Badtime
When is the right time to love?
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White flag, green hills, blue dreams, black night, red heart.
Heavy bag. Hanging long passed midnight.
Maybe 3am but who’s counting sheeps?
Sleepless, tireless teens.
I’m 17, she’s freaking 15.
Our eyes are wet, have been rarely met.
We’re speechless, max 30 words have been spoken.
Are we? heart-broken..
On the tip of my tongue, an unfamiliar combination..
Times goes by.. we don’t dare to say goodbye.
In the meanwhile, we stare at each other eyes, 4 oceans collide.
I couldn’t lie but did I?
I love you. Loved you.
Around you I am high.
But wait, first!
Come down.. don’t fly.
What is it?
How to say it?
I missed this class at school.
I must lead, she’s just a kid. Btw, me too.
Her body perfum is still childish. Unmature attraction.
Undeveloped fully.
My heart is still a flume.
Experiences that are streaming in it to feel, something more than just a thrill.
I was drowning in her two blue oceans.
The curly endless flames on her young unwrinkled face.
An adorable jungle, my lil girlfriend. So little, that beautiful.
I’m wild, I’m shy.
She’s a butterfly. Still in her cocoon.
Can I accelerate her growth, maturity?
Must she slap me in the face and tell me to kiss her and let’s all forget about..
Forget about what?
Nothing happened.
Drama scenes.
Just without the drama.
Emotionful and motionless moment in life.
Lying still.
Letting love slip away.
Letting the full-moon sleep a day.
Tomorrow, she was gone.
She was different.
Hormones popping.
Me snapping.
Two virgins.
Walking away.
Loving away.
But that night, that night we were on top.
Sparked heart. Silent, shut up, don’t you dare to shout.
Logic or fear, who’s playing here?
Reverse, turbo, flipping on full gear.
Untouched, 50cm of tension, no touching!
But waiting, for a hand, comforting.
Hey ‘un-stranger’ yourself, I know you :)
I know I know you :/
Maybe my first love, maybe her first kiss.
Maybe call me baby and we could talk about?
Missing out.
Life was suppose to be more bright.
Lightless bedroom.
Give me something, it’s falling apart.
Us, no one but us, faith has been given to us.
Take it kids, do something.
The itches are the best teachers for your ever-ripening being.
Being here.
Now.
Freaking no philosophy ‘now’.
You have a present, you have it now.
Open it, taste it, love it.
You love her?
Tell her!
Kiss her!
Make love (Just love no sex) to her and hold on tight…
