her eyes lock mines
within a secs
i wonder if it black
or the dark of blue ocean
but sometimes it turns out
as brown as burning caramel
she might had this feelings too
her hand interwined mine
sat on railings
hiding the pain
smile so unreal
i said, i drive you home
she said, i dont wanna go home
aren't we had this feelings,
that both of us wont to admit?
should've find another route
yet i remember,
it was still the park
we used to cross
on the way back home
—lets makes this lie taste better, 2016
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