but how lovely
a stranger's eyes are
when you see them
reflected in the bus
window!

because
on the moon
there are no rules
and breathtaking views.

can you be my
favourite person
and can i be yours?

watching from the window
i would throw myself
and arrive down there,
in the world.

but i will never do that
because from down there,
all the people don t seem smaller
and i can hear their screams
and fall in love with sad faces
and my smile is believed to be
as fake as theirs.

i like astronomy
but i can t decide if
my feelings for you
are
meteors
or
meteorits?

still cannot
understand
how people can
kiss strangers
and feel high.
it's like the
worst lie
you don't
have to say
but you still
use your
lips.

i have not touched the edge.
i have not fallen that deep,
then i have not felt like flying
and i have not fooled myself
that i will land on my feet
and be as innocent as once.
nor have i melted on the ground
but crying because it hurts
when risk and hope colide.
still injured i have not smiled,
so proud that i fell fearless
even my fragile heart
broke into small pices.

yeah, i have not done this
i will just keep waiting.