28 Feb

December Love

It’s a cold night, unusually cold
I pick up my jacket and take a walk
I’m lonely cold and sad
It’s a quiet neighborhood but tonight is different
The street is busy, everyone is walking in twos
I’m jealous I’m shivering and I’m hurt
I continue to take my cold long strides
A slow soft music hits just around the corner
I followed the sound of this sensational piece of art
Making a turn, I bumped into another work of art
She looked at me and I looked right back
Believe me I was expecting a frown and a long face
But she smiled at me and stretched out her hand
I stood there in awe and couldn’t move a muscle
Was I love struck or was I reacting from the cold?
She waved at me and uttered a few words
Trust me I couldn’t hear a thing
All I saw was her diamond shaped lips
Moving to the rhythm of the soft music
The very one that brought me to this very point
I finally regained consciousness and found myself
Smiling so hard that I became warm
She was about leaving the scene
I offered to buy her a cup of coffee
She agreed on one condition
That we have the coffee where the music was playing
We had a chat and we had coffee
I had never seen a girl so natural so free and so full of life
I leaned against the table, reaching for a kiss
She kicked me from under the coffee table
I woke up, it was all a dream.





Wura is an inquisitive and outspoken young lady who is definitely not your average, regular girl. She is a writer who likes to have fun. This is her personal space, her canvas and most interestingly, her gossip place. She's your everyday gist partner.

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