"It's okay."

The memory of you is like black coffee.
Dark, bitter, and causes insomnia.

A wish unfulfilled
She'll never be reached
But we'll keep on flying
Higher and higher
Above the clouds
Beyond the horizon
Till the air turns thin
Where like blade cuts the wind
We'll keep on rising
Higher and higher
Till our hearts turn blue
Till the blue turns black
And then white: nothing
And then perhaps
We could touch her heart

I should have known better,
Butterflies never never fall in love.
But I have learnt they are quite pretty
As pretty good at breaking hearts.

The sunrise surprised me awake again
I haven't slept, I just can't
Not while you're in here
Haunting both memory and imagination

I haven't slept
And I'm not really awake
Ambulant slumber, never-ending malady
Love-sickness is the worst of them all
There's no comfort, nothing soothes, nothing satisfies

I must wake
Even though my heart is broken
And everything has stopped for me
The rest of the world won't wait
It will just go on and run me over

At least the colors of the sky
Reflect those of my heart
Grey and blue,
And that saddens me a little more

It's lonesome looking at the sky,
Because it has your colors too.
Grey and blue
And that depresses me a little more

Lately I've been seeking for light,
Looking for truth and searching for life.

The shine of the sun does hurt my eye,
So I totally fell for the silver moon's light.

I'd be with the moon for hours on end,
Living more on the sky than the earth.

I haven't deviated from my lunar path,
But a new moon invaded my heart.

This tiny moon is lively and rad,
Like a heavens treat or a wicked trap.

Broken-hearted moon with an angel's face,
That infected me with her heart ache.

I wish I could share her my feelings made words,
But that heart of hers is utterly shut.

If you said yes
And let me close to you

That will stall my poetry with words
And ignite my poetry with touch