It was a hot afternoon we agreed to meet up and had fun
We sat on the table while patiently waiting for our order to arrived
Being caught up in the moment
Both of us got stuck up looking in the thin air
The surrounding is messy, a usual scenery of a busy street and its noise
Finally, you spoke about your childhood memories
There I looked at you and listened
Behind those eyes lies a colorful collection of stories that made you wonderful
You often refer yourself as not that soft and a reserved person
But to me,
I was thinking
If you are a villain in the story
Surely the reader won't hate you
Why do I say so?
Because once they see the different side of you that I saw
They will began to wonder
And once they realize, they too will be amazed just by being close to you.

This is a poem written by one of my best friends for my 22nd birthday. ❤️🤍

© A.A
© Shining Sirius