Going Dutch

Thoughts pass by lightning speed
All memories realised and remembered
Mistakes rewritten into perfect little scenes
Do my choices mean that the ending must be of my demands
Or can I even change my future

She looks at me with beautiful blue eyes
They must be fake, I reason
Like how I wear my tie in such a fashion
Like how we sit with our backs straightened
And minds sharpened

“So, what do you think of me?”
The question still rings in my head
It has been milliseconds since she asked
I need to give an answer soon or I’m too slow
Too slow in this game

“Well, you see…”
I am stalling for time, I need to make my move
I should compliment her features, something soon
I open my mouth again and speak-

“You were lovely today.”
I close my mouth, hers were not
“I never knew someone could be so open,”
“So trusting and yet so mysterious!”
“I really want to meet you again.”

Her smile is gorgeous
Her voice is a radio in the deserted island
The bill arrives to the table
Her eyes looked down into her open purse
Petite hands searching for something

I on the other hand, search for a counterattack
Finding none but true compliments
I console myself in thinking that she is but a facade
And yet I fail to even convince myself of that
She looks amazing with those glasses

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