I’ve lost count of how many eyes
have crossed mine
I’ve lost count of how many “be mine”
have my lips said
The clock stopped at midnight
And a new list seemed to be in the making
The one that accidentally touched my hand
The one that gave me his chair on the bus
I fall in love with his beautiful hair
And her gorgeous lips
I imagined our story together
The sleepless nights, the morning kisses
I picture the perfect date, the perfect encounter
Our first kiss, our first fight
As if I was the master of puppets
As if I was the author of my own love story
She with the tattoo
He with the earring
He with the starring in the middle of our work shift
They with a thousand looks over their shoulder
Cinderella had to give up her hopes at midnight
I, as well, have to stop looking back
Because with the rise of the sun
I will fall in love again
With his voice
With the way she walks
With their majestic brown eyes
With the perfect love story
That will never be written