You say that I look suspicious
Every time you catch my gaze.
I say that you look so vicious
Every time you touch my hand.Tonight I'll be listening greedy
To your soft voice near my neck.
You will tell me what I needed,
Answer the questions in my head.We'll walk beneath the dark sky
Full of little twinkle stars.
Tonight we're going to fly high.
Let's forget who we really are.Look how it's tragically beautiful.
We're both broken deep inside.
But all we're doing is staring like fools
At this graveyard of stars.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov