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Rhythm Of Saturday

Rhythm Of Saturday

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Saturday nights while you stopped your car at my

Residence, the beats of my heart skipped for the

Mixed emotions I felt 

Nervousness overpowered the beauty probably 

Every glance that ever met weren’t meant to be

But they did happen coincidentally.


The bouquets of roses you sent me

For all of my three birthdays, made them

Special, to the rest.


While you let those sun rays seep through 

Your flaxen skin, allowing the vibrance to 

Burn my eyes, you made a memory out of 

Nothingness that ever existed.


With each peg of Whiskey and snuff of cocaine

I moved towards you, like the trail of blood

On the grass, hauling out every desire and letting 

 Exhaustion creeps in and fall.


With every puff of your cigarette, my soul and body

Got dependent. With each kiss, your lips revealed 

A secret, concealing my words and our

Interdependence.


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