What have we done today?
Have you loved,
have you grow tall,
have you follow that trail of stars,
take everything,
give something.
I'm afraid that we've done the same,
it all looks the same,
at times I only stare at other people
while they stare back.
We are patchworks,
we are the lovers that could not be
and it's alright.
It's alright to be that, the sea.
It's alright to be
the rubble, the dust.
The dark moon under the eyes
because we walked alone back home,
because again we weren't able to read
between the lines of our silence
and love still remains unknown.
It's alright. It's also beautiful,
to be the turned-off firefly.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
What have we done today?
Have you loved,
have you grow tall,
have you follow that trail of stars,
take everything,
give something.
I'm afraid that we've done the same,
it all looks the same,
at times I only stare at other people
while they stare back.
We are patchworks,
we are the lovers that could not be
and it's alright.
It's alright to be that, the sea.
It's alright to be
the rubble, the dust.
The dark moon under the eyes
because we walked alone back home,
because again we weren't able to read
between the lines of our silence
and love still remains unknown.
It's alright. It's also beautiful,
to be the turned-off firefly.
