A story

in this park we used to walk by homeless folks and gangster childs darling dont look around they too once were like you and I in love , in denial in this bench we used to sit feeding the stray cats and cuddling is now covered by leafs some graffiti made on different dates of who once kissed for the first time in this large trees we used to climb to go up and see the sky point at somewhere and daydream until dawn how great we would be in this terrain we would dance from the singing birds we would admire mimitizing , laughing, restarting again in this park who the wind blew your hairs i would get near and smell the perfume left of a guy I only stared from far away as he was painting and minding his own business a dream i had about you.