I hear the chaos
I feel the rushing beat
You're there, a masterpiece
A combined beauty of silhouette
The moon's hiding a piece of you
And here I am searching or so,
The strands of my hair, the emotions,
Slowly are drifting and fleeing
You're taking steps one, two, three
And deep breaths as you look at me
"Someday?" I hear you say
I whisper "maybe." As I watch you walk away
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
I hear the chaos
I feel the rushing beat
You're there, a masterpiece
A combined beauty of silhouette
The moon's hiding a piece of you
And here I am searching or so,
The strands of my hair, the emotions,
Slowly are drifting and fleeing
You're taking steps one, two, three
And deep breaths as you look at me
"Someday?" I hear you say
I whisper "maybe." As I watch you walk away
