The killer of romance

Our moment was still and the breeze was cold

Desires were soaring and the wave was bold

The place was bit new but emotions were old

She came closer and my hands felt her hold

Lightening is gonna come and it’s her mould

She stared at my eyes and words were told

She said some things, the rest remain untold

I was expecting some romance when she said

“You should brush your teeth more often”

©4yearoldadult

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