Just one smile is all it took
for me to fall for you.
You were a closed book
waiting for the right touch in you.

You opened the door, let me in
Shared your dreams, shined with me
taught me love and how to feel
expecting nothing bu love from me.

She puts the colors inside of my world
takes me back to where I was born
There is nothing left to say
But that I have fallen for you.

I want you to know
there's nothing I wouldn't do
Because when I'm there laying with you,
The birds sing, the sun rises
And my heart whispers that,
I belong with you.

The rainstorm seemed to retire, but that was ignorant to think. I had expectations, nothing so dramatic. All I looked for was a promise or a resolution. You know my true feelings, but you still won’t promise me what I want. I felt overflowed, like living in a darkened tunnel. Your own preciousness is silent. What I could have done with a few seconds more, but I watched you through the window. We used to sleep like that. Now wire fences rule my life. It is so so silent.

The sun, crawling into the horizon gets ready to receive another merchant soul. Upon his departure he will float away, into the madness of the world. He'll leave his love behind, a dream washed away by the rising night and a new beginning with the arrival of the moon. A sigh of love falls into the endless ocean, with despair crashing into the waves, yet to belong in a new home. He was gone, one push, enough to free a soul away. The wind never brought back what it took away, nothing was ever the same.

It’s like dividing signals, that is what amazed me. I have to resist the impulse to grab you and hold you. I still see you, slipped into the underlife. The faith of our bodies is crying a little. I love starting things, but I have to pause. All I can take is the greatest pleasure, a replica. I feel like I have a plastic bandage made of lavender. Anxious, with fire to fire, I will try to slip you into the night. As the sun rises and the day turns black, the cotton-fields stand in my way but I still see you. The inevitable is happening. We are reaching for death on the end of a candle, we are trying for something that’s already found us. We are like a storm or some holy dream. Calling out doesn’t do anything. The sound of glass speaks quickly and I’ve been down for son long that it looks up to me now. I have never been heard. I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes.

Funny how we woke up in the morning
and pretended that tomorrow never happened—
strutted naked in mirrors celebrating our youth,
laughing, knowing suns and moons couldn’t do the same.

We borrowed our arms from the fridge
and peddled bicycles with bad breath—
trading war stories ‘cause we knew
if we came back alive
life would still be the death of us.