They visited cloudy spaces
ahead on the road, totally wasted.
Judging was never part of the plan
except the first time they met, smiled at their lives and scanned.
Life was a jigsaw then and out of troubles now,
surrounded by purple drapes, stupid people and retarded faces
They played with colours of friendship - exploring new things
where every conversation reached an astonishing spark
together they were a thin line of radium out of nowhere in the
dark.
When you find someone similar, so much like you
while life was uncertain and thinking where were you?
They've reached a point where life seems new
and friends are close and few.
Life had fallen apart many times before
Now old memories have faded
new ones are being created.
Where regrets have no place,
exploring life wherever it takes them,
like a rhythm in music
and every day rhyming in time like a poem to remember.
Smoked filled evenings
Deja Vu times,
nostalgia no more, only surprising minds.
Feels like a never ending high,
big bright stars and heart full of scars.
Everything being ignored,
when they did not meet they were both bored.
All they knew was that spending time is easy,
they only wanted to be crazy.
They liked being themselves;
And while all of the others always had forever companies,
cupid plays luck for some -
they weren't exactly like the others.
They liked things messy
only in search for some random symphony.
They found out that they both were in much need of each other
while others in love always had plans
they were in none, no love - nor plans or maps.
A random desire got them together
they spent time and made days better.
They were in their own plans every day.
The man realized to give it a much cooler name.
They one day meet on a windy night
under the moon light
big bright stars and the heart, now, not so full of scars.
All of this setting scared the girl.
Men always scared the fuck out of her.
The man told her to relax.
He told her he only wanted to 'chillax'.
The much annoying word, felt like a crime
but she did tend to cool down.
The Man said, "Will you be my..."
The long pause annoyed the girl
she wanted to slap herself out
While the man had fun only looking at her face go red.
In her heart she was scared
the brain blank and the two little freaks in her head having junk
conversations.
Everything fell in place
when the man continued
All he said was...
"Will you be my every time?".
The girl smiled.
Also she didn't know what he meant.
He grinned
asked her to sit near him and he began to explain.
He went back to square one,
spoke of the day they'd met.
He said to her he never knew he'd do something so crazy
but never regret.
He told her how they were much more similar and had their own
piece of shit,
forget the differences, you and I are meant to pitch.
He said he wanted her to be his every time
because sometimes he liked to bitch.
He always wanted company for movies
and not spoiled boys doping rich
And since she, much more like him,
likes to drink and eat,
made sudden plans,
no matter how sick she be,
wanted company like him.
He explained how they never fussed but just cussed,
the motto was to have fun and someday get mad and run.
How they knew that certain things are not always possible,
but still they wanted to hang out together; even when no one else
was there.
So he asked her to be his every time so that she could be with him
Every Time he:
wanted to eat street food
watch a film
had a bad mood
or go for a swim.
And so that they'd never feel how they felt when they had a lot of
time and still no every time...
- For, happy times are a blink away.
