When our eyes met
that monday afternoon,
pink pastel roses grew out from my hair roots,
whilst my heart crashed and my mind burned.
You smiled at me. And you had that smile.
The smile, that made the moon swallow the stars
and the day forget about the night
I fell in love. I already was.
But I don't want you, even though i wish you were mine.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
When our eyes met
that monday afternoon,
pink pastel roses grew out from my hair roots,
whilst my heart crashed and my mind burned.
You smiled at me. And you had that smile.
The smile, that made the moon swallow the stars
and the day forget about the night
I fell in love. I already was.
But I don't want you, even though i wish you were mine.
