This and that...
I'm happy, I'm selfish, I'm this and that. There are her tears and my smile, her sweet throat revealing pain and then me and my blindness. This night it's just the two of us. Both broken, both confused. I'm happy, because she can't sense what I am and neither do I. There are stars and wind. We are normal, usual, common.
There's a kiss and a promise, but my eyes sing about unspoken desires and terrible nightmares. She cries again. She's just that past that makes me tremble, the same past that makes me think about future and things that are never going to happen.
It's almost midnight. It's still just the two of us alone. She craves for my life and I... I crave for not being this anymore.
There's a kiss and a promise, but my eyes sing about unspoken desires and terrible nightmares. She cries again. She's just that past that makes me tremble, the same past that makes me think about future and things that are never going to happen.
It's almost midnight. It's still just the two of us alone. She craves for my life and I... I crave for not being this anymore.