Sometime years ago, we met in a place
In a gloomy alley of maze
Groping you are in the dark
You grabbed my arm and yark
I wondered who you are?
Still you pulled me in and hugged me
Scared of the dark you are
But I understand and stood like a bar
Then you pushed your body away from me
Saying you're sorry for clobbering me
"That's fine," I said
I asked your name and said,
"I wish to have somebody like you!"
I blushed because I felt what's inside of you
I gave you my name and you gave me yours
Since then, we never parted like oars.
"HAPPY VALENTINE'S Everyone!"
(Prosebite)
Categories:
yark, for her, for him,
Form: Narrative