when my lighter drops

ponder

the love line was dead

he's such a beautiful soul but doesn't know.

the most attractive in the room but can't see it.

would work the world for the one he loved.

but instead sits here in this cafe, watching every sunset,

watching lovers walk past, letting himself leave his body finally.

she's such a hidden figure in the bright world.

so incredibly beautiful in ways she can't see.

the heart she calls theirs, shaking- at the edge.

given all her love to you, instead of leaving- saving herself. she sits here in this cafe not wanting to leave, looking at him.

the love line maybe can dial once more?