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…