My city goes silent, created from secret,
It whispers sweet lies that you won't ever tell me
In primary language that will not be sealed
In words that we say but in sensual trembling.
The street lights become the guards of existence,
Caught fire on the border protecting the sleeping.
I feel this unspoken connection between us
My heart skips a beat every single time I see you.
We will never meet but I just can't stop waiting
Will you stay with me as unclear reflection?
I'm watching the shadows of days dissipating,
Like foam in the waves, so disastrous and tender...
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
My city goes silent, created from secret,
It whispers sweet lies that you won't ever tell me
In primary language that will not be sealed
In words that we say but in sensual trembling.
The street lights become the guards of existence,
Caught fire on the border protecting the sleeping.
I feel this unspoken connection between us
My heart skips a beat every single time I see you.
We will never meet but I just can't stop waiting
Will you stay with me as unclear reflection?
I'm watching the shadows of days dissipating,
Like foam in the waves, so disastrous and tender...