I stare at the grey walls again,
gaze at our picture
It's been a routine
talking to the ghosts
and the silhouettes
since you left me
helplessly
in this crumbly and ragged
paperworld
covered by the stardust
I tried to run
run after you
oh! moonchild
I miss you
you don't see it, do you?
I miss the puffy lips of yours
your ice cold stares
but moreover
the subtle presence of
your warm body
the warmest body
that some days back
clutched me so tight
every midnight
when I was in verge
of another breakdown
your warmth
filled my inner soul
and ushered me back to life
idk where you've been
you faded so swiftly
right in front of me
now
I search for the clues
in all our old Polaroids
and in al the blues and hues
still**
every night you hunt me
in my daydreams
so, I try closing the eyes of mine
wishing to see you
just one more time
just one time more
♡ ♡
It's about longing for a friend/love that's never actually been there but is in your head and subtly, quietly supports you and is your strength.