You walked into a café and met a stranger
Unlike any other you’ve known
You feel attracted to him
Like the attraction of the opposite poles of a magnet
Suddenly, songs become clearer
And time travels faster
Then you’d realize you were falling
Hoping for that stranger to catch you
But when he didn’t
You were left hating coffee shops
Or forever after you’d be waiting for him on that very same spot
Where he once magically appeared.
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Ink Stains
PoetryA series of short stories, poems, and just about every random thing I could think of.
