While waiting for the movie in the living room
I heard the loudest thunder of my life
you said I want to watch a horror film.
You’re eager yet frightened easily by lightning
harrowing the pillow clothed by ‘Doraemon’ carton.
What a perfect night.
chasing your hand
chasing my hand
trying to fit where we should fit
in this small room where your scent subdues all others.
The film that gives me a stomachache
I chase your hand
Thunder, lightning and a horror film
make the best plot
How dare someone love so passionately?
How dare someone challenge the strength of the heart?
How dare one be the puzzle waiting to be answered?
Do you have a storyline for me?
Put your head on my shoulder. Rest a little while. Slowly dream of me holding your hand.