danirm108

Falling in love

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