A Silhouette
In the morning we met
Right next to you, I sat
Not a word, I could get,
Out of my mouth, I forgot
The whole damn alphabet
My mom told me that strangers were danger
And in heaven there is angels
But you were such a game changer
You were like a painting drawn by a thousand painter
I read our messages
And get these clear images
Of kissing you, hugging you
Wishing that it will be true
That morning I met
Not a girl, but a silhouette...
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