The one who is booked

From carelessly walking in the park

And having cold hands in this spark 

Looking down at the photo of us, a silhouette

It takes me back to the start

In a crowd of forgetful people

We laugh profusely as if it were fatal

The smile you extend by holding my hand as the laughter sinks in

It makes my heart sing, it can end with “Paper Rings”

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Standing stranded next to the road for that long-awaited bus

I entrust my hands around your neck 

Just to ground myself with a little warmth 

You shall remain my portable heater, henceforth 

It feels like a few days ago our 1st season took off

The Miss Bee and Mr Penguin, Face-off

Getting introduced, amused

It feels like season 3 of Suits, handsomely diffused

But this endless roller coaster never fails to make me stay hooked to my screen

Made me make a note in all my dearest diaries, 

“the one who is booked!”

Through every plot twist, every tear, and every scene,

Our love writes its story - an evergreen dream

-S.U.