Empty racecars drenched in rain.
I stare beaming teddy bears in the eyes.
This place feels abandoned,
But in two months, it will become someone’s heaven once again.
I climb the rickety stairs
Sign my soul away.
Welcome it as my second home for yet another summer
1. I need friends tonight
To go see the movie with
They’ll buy me popcorn
2. We sit down with drinks
Suffer through lots of previews
The movie begins
3. There’s lots of plot holes
I’m beginning to nod off
This film is not good.
4. The end credits roll
I didn’t nod off just yet
Let’s go home, we’ll sleep
I wonder if anyone will figure out who this is about…
Is it the colour of your eyes?
a sea of grey, murky like smoke and mirrors,
but au contraire, my dear,
that’s a compliment,
I’d love to unravel your mysteries,
I’m not afraid of them.
You’ve made butterflies emerge from their cocoons,
ready to fly.
confined in a space so small,
they have no choice but to make a ruckus,
Is it your smile?
I can’t remember if your lips stretch over your teeth,
if you smirk more than you grin
I still smile the same every time,
no, sorry, my mistake,
I don’t smile, I grin.
my eyes disappear, my teeth on full display.
“my mind is living on cloud nine and that nine is never on vacation. start up that Maserati and vroom vroom I’m racing”
my dear, you’re that Maserati.
I wonder if you notice anything:
my attempts at words?
you’re a little oblivious
or a lot
but you know what?