Maybe its Better if We had Never Meet Again

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…?