You were here next to me.
Flat on the floor we lay and listened to some “Indie songs”.
The floor grew flowers and you pluck some for me.
You brought your ear close to my heart and it skipped a beat.
I, blinded your eyes with my hands and whispered in your ears
Which made you smile.
My finger burnt at the tip of the burning cigarette
And I, woke up, it was all a “Dream”.