201005 by Greeshma Shrestha

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The gray skies and your ocean blue eyes.

Idealism without favoritism.

Kisses without wishes. → reasoning without meaning.

Sitting in the sand listening to our favorite band, tears without fears … pouring out joy when you weren’t so coy.

Having fun running on land, but now it’s on-demand. You were a pretty flower but now I cower at the sight of you out in the blue.

I don't have a clue on what to do, I want to go back to 6 so everything would be fixed.

Death without decay.

When the time didn’t turn so fast when our friendship wasn’t in a cast.