Depressingly,
I’m looking for your eyes,
but they are joyfully singing alone.
I’m staring,
just for you to somehow look here,
this empty place that I’m standing with unbearable loneliness.
Can I touch you?
So that you can notice how tremblingly my heart is pounding
No, can I hold your hand?
Can I hear your voice, the one that used to harmonize with mine?
So that I can make sure, those words you said, they’re not lies,
right?
Will you hear me out, for another time?
This heart of mine can’t reach you,
or either tell you, how lonely it is.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 7:36 AM UTC
Depressingly,
I’m looking for your eyes,
but they are joyfully singing alone.
I’m staring,
just for you to somehow look here,
this empty place that I’m standing with unbearable loneliness.
Can I touch you?
So that you can notice how tremblingly my heart is pounding
No, can I hold your hand?
Can I hear your voice, the one that used to harmonize with mine?
So that I can make sure, those words you said, they’re not lies,
right?
Will you hear me out, for another time?
This heart of mine can’t reach you,
or either tell you, how lonely it is.
