It feels better, Laika.
Watching the nóise die mute.
The night air cold and sweet.
And my heartbeats spelling your name.
Silence, tonight, tastes sweeter than rhythms and blues.
When loneliness walks beneath the stars,
It's the brightest of these days that will mirror the me in your dreams.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
It feels better, Laika.
Watching the nóise die mute.
The night air cold and sweet.
And my heartbeats spelling your name.
Silence, tonight, tastes sweeter than rhythms and blues.
When loneliness walks beneath the stars,
It's the brightest of these days that will mirror the me in your dreams.
Laika is Swahili for Angel. May also be applied to one's romantic partner.
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