you kissed me,
and i guess
i just kissed back.

i'm surrounded by
maybe‘s and
false hopes,
unreal possibilities of
me and you,
kissing on a roofop in new york,
while the sun is just
above the horizon,
the moon still in sight,
me, holding your cold hand,
warming it up with
the coldness of my soul,
and after a peaceful moment,
you'll shot a smile at me,
and it will be
the bullet that pierces
through my soul and
kills me greatly.

can you still be my king
even if some other girl
is your queen?
my world and my soul
will be complete
if you just stood in front of me,
and winked.
can you still be mine
even if you're hers?
happiness is what you deserve,
but can I be your favorite girl?