the rain's melting glass moulding our views and moving intentions to rooms where it started
in grey skies and days gripping tightly as tea melts between afternoon darkness
the city at evening turned pines into curtains drifting on branches
and in sudden still we walked out between them in tunnels so soft words can't escape we shook them together the snow freezing down between coatings inside the stitched cotton we're both waiting there as cars drive below
the rain's melting glass and scatters through streets and cracks in the frame are beginning to show
Aber all das war kein richtig lebendiges Gespräch. Sie redeten zwar weiter, aber so wie Leute, die es nicht schaffen, sich wirklich wichtige oder berührende Dinge zu sagen, sondern die zueinander bloß nett sein wollen.
I’m not saying I wasn’t a good person, but YOU bring out the best in me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy me time, but sharing it with YOU is most fulfilling. I’m not saying I was ever expressive, but YOU’re always the only one to know. I’m not saying we never fought, but YOU are the first to make amends. I’m not saying we were perfect, but WE are happier with every passing day. So, how can you think that I don’t love you just cause I’M not saying it everyday?!