Under the blanket of stars
we lay on the sand
drenched in seawater
oh how romantically grand
Your lips on mine
as we closed our eyes
I slipped a smile
and we kissed thrice
We met again
that friday night
but I gave you up
without a fight
I hated when we parted
even when we hadn’t started
so I met you again
which was rather insane
Guess that’s how things started
the ripple effect of goodness
of peaks and rooftops
not it can’t be stopped
The Peak at 10 degrees Celsius
it was a really crazy plan
we were totally not well dressed
and were frozen like snowmen
Shenzhen then christmas
and rooftops, hikes and parks
we managed to meet everyday
cause a day without you sucks
In a blink of an eye
the season has changed
winter to spring
I figured,
it was more than just a thing
Now I dread
every passing day
for it fear when
it becomes May
I hate goodbyes
I’m bad at it
when the loved one is gone
I’m afraid I’ll lose it
Rest assure
I will not die
just a fear
that I might cry
So from now till then
we will plan
the last 3 months
we have on hand
I don’t know how
I managed this
but I wrote another poem
just for thee.
– Lisa T., Ich hasse dich (nicht)