you don’t resemble the golden streak of beauty, you’re no sun in the sky. but rather your existence reminded me of the shadows in the dark consoling me through the loneliness. your scent linger in my memory like a intoxicating love potion.
you don’t talk much, you don’t try to stand out. but that seem to mark something in my brain the way i can’t stop thinking about you. the only time you let out a laugh, i held my heart in my hands “ah shit,,”
as midnight slowly became dusk, you changed through the times. your shadow lifted little by little and slowly i could see your sculpted face clearly. your smiles, your frown, your eyes, my heart.
there’s still a lot of time until dusk turn into noon, and i have yet to discover you.
its okay, i have a lot of time.
