The lights played a trick there
made me wanted to hold you up
in my memory
high up
so that I would never forget you
started to think of the impossibilities
started to pretend that I was the heroine
of another story
a lovely little one
that reminded me of the taste of rain
was I that desperate?
but, it seemed a story that began without even a writer
the characters were scattered in all possible ways
waited patiently for their turns to go onstage
all I would do
was striking the goals and hitting the bubbles
going all the way
intending for that one little wish
which included you and me
I was selfish
I knew
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