He's way too tired
I'm way too excited
For two people that never met
We always closer and intact
He wouldn't force me
I wouldn't push him
To say hi or goodbye
At morning or at night
Maybe if he knows
That his little heart could only mourn
Over the gone of me from his life
That makes him and I couldn't sleep at night
For he and I are the same
We could never parted ways
Not talking or chatting for months
Is the torture we both hate ..
YOU ARE READING
Human
PoetryIts the words that we need to hear. Its the thing we have been feeling. Its the thought that haunts us at night. Its the only thing that keeping us alive.
