Yellow walls today are lit up with yellow fairy lights. Everything is blurry when these lights are illuminating the room . In this faint light you look beautiful.
As we dance slowly to rhythm of Frank Sinatra I look into your eyes.
I cannot distinguish if they are black or brown but they do have a glint of yellow glare in them.
Your feet become my pedestal. I step up on them to kiss you. Slowly our lips melt together and the lights flicker as if celebrating the moment.
The lights go out and your image goes too.
I remember the same night again and again.
I decorate my room daily to relive this moment with the T-shirt you gifted me before you left me for someone else
As we dance slowly to rhythm of Frank Sinatra I look into your eyes.
I cannot distinguish if they are black or brown but they do have a glint of yellow glare in them.
Your feet become my pedestal. I step up on them to kiss you. Slowly our lips melt together and the lights flicker as if celebrating the moment.
The lights go out and your image goes too.
I remember the same night again and again.
I decorate my room daily to relive this moment with the T-shirt you gifted me before you left me for someone else
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