His blue-green eyes enslave my wild.
I close my eyes to breathe—
and in a minute, I am in Wonderland.
His gaze dilutes my worries.
As we share this kiss,
it resurrects memories.
It’s just one day,
a day of unplanned moments—
driving through Regensburg to Linz.
We just met,
yet it felt like I already knew him.
Trust was built—
but one-sided.
Am I delusional
for choosing to open myself to him,
letting him read me like an open book
as he scribbles life into me?
His accent is way out of line.
His voice calls for admiration.
His touch feels as though he owns me.
Maybe I should have been cautious,
but it’s too late
when our eyes start locking.
Am I delusional
when I rock my heart upon his,
then dance to the pop—
alors, danse—
Maybe I’m delusional,
but these memories
must live,
for these memories
are crucial.
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Such an interesting write where I can hear the caution abandoned and the questioning of why and how. Nicely written
thanks for ur comment
You are most welcome
A wonderful write, Isa! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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