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.