This is the kind of the night
where I can see the constellations bright
wishing to see the reflections of their light
directly from your beady eyes
Feeling the light breeze on my ear
pretending that it was you
whispering close to me
knotting the words 'I love you'
Not a single day goes by
without you in my imagination
the thoughts of your smile
resembling sunbeams in the summer
Know that we are looking at the same sky
just without your hand in mine
without your head on my chest
without you is just where I am
I close my eyes, for the million times
feigning that the distance is not real
fabricating the idea of just us
staring and kissing into the end of the night
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
This is the kind of the night
where I can see the constellations bright
wishing to see the reflections of their light
directly from your beady eyes
Feeling the light breeze on my ear
pretending that it was you
whispering close to me
knotting the words 'I love you'
Not a single day goes by
without you in my imagination
the thoughts of your smile
resembling sunbeams in the summer
Know that we are looking at the same sky
just without your hand in mine
without your head on my chest
without you is just where I am
I close my eyes, for the million times
feigning that the distance is not real
fabricating the idea of just us
staring and kissing into the end of the night