drenched..
wat can i do?
london has always been in love with the Rain..
embarking on an early flight..
containing the yawn, i forced..
just for a chance to meet you again..
found the red stall..
that we’re suppose to meet…
but those days just didn’t come back..
such a strong personality…
had long been tainted…
who hadn’t change for a living?
such a longing to meet
but to a jolt of realization..
and the ten years in between..
the smile that i missed so much..
left only in memories..
not even knowing, how to converse again…
just like me who hadn’t started to smoke last time..
how had you changed, i know not..
just like a hundred years of waiting
only to wake up..
even were to meet again..
would it be a mature performance?
wasn’t it better if we hadn’t meet again…?