My heart could be out getting yours.
Should be.
But superstition is what kills love.
And I'm not.
I mustn't be the music that you hear.
The lights.
I ask myself if flying also means falling.
Eyes closed.
Silence is a never ending statement.
All in vain.
While I watch you passing by the sun.
Outshined.
And you are also the moon, invisible.
Can't reach.
I undress better with words, completely.
All the leafs.
Protected by an untouched bubble.
Like a kiss.
Memories can also be driven by fear.
And the future.
I'm always found by dawn, when I'm an angel.
Maskless.
My heart could be out getting yours.
You know?
Every birth is pain, violence, and love.
Even light.
Every new love is and empty handed heart.
Until you go out.
You are inside the dream, behind the glass.
And you smile.
A No is better than a lie, you know?
You know?
When is the right time to shoot one's bolt?
Never was.
Is the mirage in the eye or in the mind?
Oh, but it is.
My heart could have been out getting yours.
It is lost.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
My heart could be out getting yours.
Should be.
But superstition is what kills love.
And I'm not.
I mustn't be the music that you hear.
The lights.
I ask myself if flying also means falling.
Eyes closed.
Silence is a never ending statement.
All in vain.
While I watch you passing by the sun.
Outshined.
And you are also the moon, invisible.
Can't reach.
I undress better with words, completely.
All the leafs.
Protected by an untouched bubble.
Like a kiss.
Memories can also be driven by fear.
And the future.
I'm always found by dawn, when I'm an angel.
Maskless.
My heart could be out getting yours.
You know?
Every birth is pain, violence, and love.
Even light.
Every new love is and empty handed heart.
Until you go out.
You are inside the dream, behind the glass.
And you smile.
A No is better than a lie, you know?
You know?
When is the right time to shoot one's bolt?
Never was.
Is the mirage in the eye or in the mind?
Oh, but it is.
My heart could have been out getting yours.
It is lost.
