London is the next door neighbor who has a tall fence surrounding his mind and never lets anyone in
London is my favorite fairy tale book since I was in elementary school and the question I never knew the answer to
London is the dream hanging on the sky, he becomes a target of every shooting stars that pass you by in one lonely night in other words, London is either too high or too shaky to hold on too
London tastes like the best looking dessert you've never tried
sometimes he smells like a certain perfume you accidentally came across once in a while and made you feel nostalgic
sometimes he smells like hope
he is only 4 hours drive away but the brake is missing every time and somehow, I always find it on the edge of my courage with my heart stepping on the handle as if it was a matter of life and death
so I leave the car behind and try to reach London by walking
it's supposed to take me only a day and a half but somehow, I always end up in the same spot every single time
turns out I've been walking in circle for years
London is the wound that made my body bleeding heartbreak
our hands are like magnets with the same pole, while his back has the opposite one it seems like God's trying to tell me that the only thing my eyes can touch is the back of his head
and it has been that way ever since
maybe London is just not the one maybe he's only a beautiful memory I once visited and a someday I wish to run into, one more time
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