Neighbors' talking,
As if it's the end of the world.
Trying to make sense,
Of all of these words.
Two different people,
Who walk past each other.
Two strangers,
With a past together.
Some nights are filled,
Some days are empty.
Two seats never apart,
That ages day in day out.
Words at three o'clock,
Flying past the moon,
Crashing into your mind,
And into my own heart.
Eyes looking at us,
Two who've become one.
Seats apart closing in.
Melding into nothingness.
The eyes blinded by darkness,
Of nothingness and emptiness.
In the moonlight shrouded black.
We talked and got deaf.
getting lost in the nights talking about various things with someone who's there for you only for them to disappear the next day. it's eerie ain't it? the disappearance of a spark, of a flame.
