Darker yet darker
Everything aroud me gets
Not seeing the light anywhere me yet
But be it by chance or by will
I stumble upon two souls on a hill
Aware not of me nor of each other
I ask both "who is he?"
"I don't remember" says one
"I don't want to know" says the other
So through me
they befriend one another
By getting closer
I manage to see the red thread
Suddenly I remember that
this is not my story
I'm just walking by
One of them asks me
"can two dark make a light?"
As an answer I smile and say goodbye
I was just walking by
But as I get down the hill
Looking up to the sky
I can't help but smile  
Seeing two dark that make a light
But this is not my story
This is not my light
I'm just walking by

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk

Perpetually lost
Figuratively stuck
Exhaustingly overworked
Disgustingly underpaid
Literally confused
Effortlessly cliche
Beautifully me