In a movie of my own making,
you come towards me with your pretty brown eyes and mahogany skin,
as my heart begins to skip and race—
I already know what type of trouble I’m in.
We didn’t hurry love but It’s already too late to stop it.
With a single puff of our breaths—
we scatter each other away like fragile dandelion clocks.
Now we’re inverted parachutes in flight, drifting farther and farther apart.
I whisper to a sky full of sunset
‘you and me were meant to love and loathe this world together,
but instead,
you and me just blew our last chance away forever.’
