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I walked home in the rain.
Step. Step. Step.
I dialled a number. I hear the tone, once, twice, three times… where am I at?
I sent a text, seemingly casually words that were soaked in desperation. I gripped my phone, waiting. No reply.
Step. Step. Step.
Hey guess what.
I'm assuming you just don't have your phone.
But remember what assuming means…
And I sung the words of the song you showed me.
"A little more you!"
Step. Step Step.
Brooks St. That street where I showed you those cherry trees.
Pale white at night, I agree, it would be kind of freaky.
They're soaked in rain now, wilted, pale. Ready for stronger green leaves to replace them.
And I remember how we walked.
Step. Step. Step.
Cook elementary, the old playground where I met you after that fateful night.
I remember as we sat there in awkward silence.
My heart pounding, breaking from my chest.
Begging me to give itself to you.
Because you would be able to keep it safe.
But we just walked instead.
Step. Step. Step.
My words are not those of a poet
who seeks women as a miser seeks gold
and wields his words as an pick.
My words are from my heart.
It's cheesy.
Cheese is good.
Mozzarella, you don't say?
How about I throw in some more flavours?
You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
You are the most amazing person in the world.
There is no one like you; you are one of a kind.
I think I'm in love with you.
The wind sends shivers down my spine.
Step. Step. Step.
I beg of you.
Read
my
words
slowly
.
.
please
Because I don't know what I'm doing myself.
Step.

Description
I walked home in the rain.
Step. Step. Step.
I dialled a number. I hear the tone, once, twice, three times… where am I at?
I sent a text, seemingly casually words that were soaked in desperation. I gripped my phone, waiting. No reply.
Step. Step. Step.
Hey guess what.
I'm assuming you just don't have your phone.
But remember what assuming means…
And I sung the words of the song you showed me.
"A little more you!"
Step. Step Step.
Brooks St. That street where I showed you those cherry trees.
Pale white at night, I agree, it would be kind of freaky.
They're soaked in rain now, wilted, pale. Ready for stronger green leaves to replace them.
And I remember how we walked.
Step. Step. Step.
Cook elementary, the old playground where I met you after that fateful night.
I remember as we sat there in awkward silence.
My heart pounding, breaking from my chest.
Begging me to give itself to you.
Because you would be able to keep it safe.
But we just walked instead.
Step. Step. Step.
My words are not those of a poet
who seeks women as a miser seeks gold
and wields his words as an pick.
My words are from my heart.
It's cheesy.
Cheese is good.
Mozzarella, you don't say?
How about I throw in some more flavours?
You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
You are the most amazing person in the world.
There is no one like you; you are one of a kind.
I think I'm in love with you.
The wind sends shivers down my spine.
Step. Step. Step.
I beg of you.
Read
my
words
slowly
.
.
please
Because I don't know what I'm doing myself.
Step.