Typical Saturday Night

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I got this inspiration on Saturday
It's about two best friends(actually they're lovers)
and they love each other in a such a crazy way.
They never thought that they could lose each other,
or maybe something in this life could separate them like death or illness.
"What i mean by typical is normal"

Submitted: May 15, 2014

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Typical Saturday Night

 

It’s a typical Saturday night.

We used to laugh till the end of time,

Till the end of sweet midnight.

Till the moon loses it’s wise light.

***

 

It’s a typical Saturday night.

We used to lay on the beach

With a very gentle breeze.

With a white sand on our cheeks.

You would whisper in my ear and tell

Me what I want to hear.

***

 

It’s a typical Saturday night, do you remember when

Your name was on my lips?

And your soul was on my soul?

There was nothing better than you and me together

In a world we called it ‘‘Forever’’.

Oh, “please say you do still remember.”

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 But now that you got sick with a mind disease

And heart bleed.

There’s nothing I could do, but only sing to your heart delight.

Making you fall asleep. Honey, ‘‘Sweet Dreams, Sweet Dreams’’.

Holding your hand till you take your last breath.

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It’s a typical Saturday night

And you’re dying in front of my eyes.

My black mascara is melting, melting on your loving eyes.

My tear drops aren’t pure anymore.

Not even pure enough to heal your soul.

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You died on Saturday night.

I buried you in the deep, blue ocean full of our loving emotions

I hope you would remember my love potion.

There will be no more blueberry mornings

There will be no more shiny stars that were once glowing bright. “They’re dead now”.

There will be no more blueberry kisses.

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You died on Saturday night.

Your lips were blue; I kissed them and buried you with my black tears that were dropping on you.

***

 

 

 

It’s a typical Saturday night .

I’m lying near the ocean, remembering how you told me

Your sweet little lies on our sweet midnight.

How you spelled my name, it was as holy as heaven’s word.

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It’s a typical Saturday night.

I’m lying near the ocean, remembering how you stared in my eyes, telling me those three words one thousand times.

They were a live, and now they’re just echoes spinning in my mind.

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It’s a typical Saturday night.

I’m lying on a white bed.

I’m very old at age; I’m not an exotic flower anymore.

I’m just waiting death, when do it will ring my doorbell.?

When.?

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On a typical Saturday night.

I heard whispers at night saying; “Soon, Soon”

I knew that it was you.

Oh, you still love me even I’m look like an old perfume.

I calmed my heart, closed my eyes.

And I died on a typical Saturday night

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