The boy you sit nearby everyday
in the bus
and never talked to.
The lady that you walk by
every single morning
and still don't know the name.
The little old man who sweeps
the floor and seems so kind,
didn't got even a hello from you.
And that's just sad,
because you've never seen
how their eyes
light up
when you tell them good morning.
You've lost the opportunity
of knowing them,
their souls and desperate desires.
You've lost the opportunity
of making their days better.
You've lost the opportunity
of making amazing friends.
And you're probably not gonna have another chance.

I don't want to hear about
what my tongue does in the dark
no, tell me
how the words I write in my sleep
for no one but you to see
hit you like a hammer to the chest

they played with your heart
like it was their favorite game
and didn't bother to tell you the rules

it rains every time I'm in your city
you say that it's a bad omen but
I think it's just because
the universe is trying her hardest
to grow flowers out of stones

It’s a quarter past eight in the morning
The birds are singing, they’re getting better at their harmonies
As the weeks pass
I count four different songs, mingling together, pouring in
Through the window we left open all night
It’s finally warm enough to let the breeze
Carry through my small over priced apartment
There are new leaves on the trees, my favorite color green
You leave new fingerprints everywhere
Like I’m your favorite book and you’re rereading me
For the third time
The curve of your smile compliments
The arc of your lips,
The curve of your hips, eclipsing the morning light peaking through
My ***** window
You say you could stay like this forever