City With Lights

A small bright shine and a short blink;

Embracing her lips of shades so pink;

Cheeks so alive as poeple rushing;

Was she shy or was she blushing?

Only saw her for a second each;

No word, no laugh, nor a speech.

One face in the city with galmorous light;

He was inspired to his own excite;

Everything turned in to one, big blur;

But he still saw the face of her;

Desire of revealing to her his wishes;

To attack her with millions of kisses.


Instead, he looked away;

His world stayed plain and gray;

Tey would never talk

Only see each other when they'd walk.

So ironic that she felt the same way.



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