Dancing with you in an empty room,
Thinking of blood and love.
Will this be good?
I already know it will be sad.
But will it be good?
Reading you
Is as impossible
As reading the wind;
You shift and you change
Without a moment’s notice.
You bring me somewhere I’ve never been
And always bring me back to the start.
There is no yesterday
And no tomorrow;
Only now exists.
Treasure it.
Dancing with you
In an empty room.
Holding you close;
Hoping for the best.
My heart cracks a little
But it shall not be put to rest.