Category : Poems

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We both thought we hadn't met by chance,
 Half a cigarette was enough to be smoked
 By four thirsty lungs at our second date.

Our lips were ready to burn the kiss,
Our words wrote poems, 
Burying our hands in a warm caress 
And a sweet hug, a sweet hello.

We both thought we had to meet again, 
The first time was not the right time.
 You smiled at me as if you already knew
 Something I did not know,
 As if something beautiful had to happen, 
Leaving aside this world
 And building a new world
 As we have always dreamed,
 Nothing is missing.
 'Cause... You are here... with me.