Happy Place

November Third

It was November third
How can I forget?
You picked me up
With your shining Audi
You look so cool
With baseball cap and shades
I am totally melted
I just want us to stay like this
No fuss no hassle
Just you and me
Laughing about everything and everybody

It was November third
This moment here i want to freeze them
Butterflies in my stomach
And your sugary smile
Under autumn breeze
Bright sunny day
Makes it perfect all the way

It was November third
I was standing there
You held my door open
You also opened the once closed door
In my heart

November third
I miss you
November third
I long for you
November third
I just want to stay here
At this passenger seat
This moment here
So cool so perfect
Its way better than I picture it in my head
November third
November third…

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 10, 2014
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  • Khairul Ahsan (4/5/2014 9:49:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem of reminiscence of some sweet memories, loved reading it.
    'It was November third
    I was standing there
    You held my door open
    You also opened the once closed door
    In my heart' - Beautiful! May the day remain sweet for ever, and the person who made this day so special, remain beside you for ever! | (Report) Reply

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