We sit here with our smiles -but who is really smiling
The truth is known but still... you insist on hiding.
Your eyes lie, I must be blind
for you have said how you feel a thousand times.
We lay here in the sheets of regret, as the sun slowly creeps away.
Taking with it the true happiness that lays between our retched ways.
I am motionless, you fall under sleep.
My brain starts to wonder, what this truly means.
You grab me, still and hold me tight and for a moment I forget the uneasy feeling- the calmness of the night.