My friend John
it's all true
about the girl
who was in suit
the one whose story didn't shoot

she came at night
her arms the softest of them all
how I wish
she stayed for long

her touches keeps on coming
like the flashes
of a journey
on my arms,she left her eye lashes

her feet
so cold
like in the story
which was meant never to be told

are warm touches
enlightened my demented soul
she was in a hurry
cause we didn't finish the story

Bianca,I guessed was her name
cause she laughed at the sun
and was array

come let's finish the story
this time leaving
no page behind
shh-shh-shh the book worm is here
let's hide the bookso it won't
eat it

#george_the_poet

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