You are the kiss that matters,
and i fall for every inch of your fingers play on mine,
touch me like no one else done it before.

You are the kiss that matters,
and i love the way you giggle in between,
the way you rub my blushing cheeks,
and break the quiet silence.

You are the kiss that matters,
and i want to remember it once again tonight,
on my long tired night,
on my unloved mind.

We always wish something more than this,
we always want something more.
A better long - teary - night ,
a better sad song to be heard,
a better hand-wave,
to rub out a bitter story.

We always wish we could revert the moment,
but we always know,
i am the one to blame.

You with your busy mind,
with no me in between.
Me with my insecurity thoughts,
full of you-s.

But my dear,
we always wish something more than this,
even if without "us"dangle like a tail,
i wish you to be pleased.

how could you be so innocent?
you made out of an evil dust,
you grow like a giant peanut tree lived by a monster,
there's a monster inside you,
he eats every-single-pieces the kindness you had,
you turned into everything you said you would never be.

"on the night like this, there's so many things i wanna tell you.."

i keep repeat Mocca's song tonight. Arina's voice really calms me. i heed every lyric.

but then i realize,
you are not here anymore,
you are not there,
you are not even anywhere.

not even on my first thought at seven in the morning,
not even on my evening cup of coffee,
not even on my last call at midnight,
you are not even anywhere.

oh dear,
who am i to asked?

a cancerian who loves to laugh a lil longer than the other, and so does when she cry.
a loner, a - happiness seeker, a midnight thinker with mind full of unwritten poetry.
she lives among the books, sad songs and dried flowers.
she lets them die,
she lets them dry.
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sometimes she speaks through the pictures,
sometimes the music speaks to her,
sometimes she just quiet and let her fingers dances above the paper.
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she loves her life,
but sometimes life doesn't put her in a good situation.
she's trying to be the best version of herself.
she always does.
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but maybe it's never been enough to anyone.

we are gonna be okay,
maybe not now,
but someday.

the empty street,
the silence balconies,
will go back like they used to,
we're gonna sing like there's no boundaries.
the darkest place,
we will make it bright,
we're gonna dance under the moonlight,
we're gonna make it right.
maybe not now,
but someday.

to the lonely souls,
to the sick bodies,
to the worry parents,
and the tired workers,
i hope you are okay,
we - all will be okay,
maybe not now,
but someday.

all the memories are hanging on the wall.
the best one,
the worst one,
all collected like there's no difference.
we all made mistakes,
we always did.
we're sorry anyway.
it's time to let go,
to move forward,
to forgive and forget.