I want to write something.
Something that can come from your eyes to your dreams.
And your dreams, you can run away from everything, what your mind always evades.
What makes your eyes look distraction, because it distracted away all sense of fear.
Oh dear, I feared.
We have feared.
And stress makes us blind. We back everything we wanted to hide. But I do not want to hide.
I do not want to be arrested in the four corners of my bathroom.
I do not want to lie down in my room. And if you lie first, let me hold your hand carefully, and sleep with me.
We will see the same stars we see at night.
Let us feel our little world, our home.
Things are tough but nobody said it was easy. And more than distracting; I wish your welfare.
Soul of fire left burning, try not to leave ashes in your eyes when I'm around.
Listen, whispering your name among my pillows before bedtime.
For though the night is cold, you warm me.
And I want the heat entertains you, when you feel confused and alone in your arms. Come to mine, without thinking.
Because nothing is better than keeping in mind your words, caressing me with ease, they are not like any other.
Let's go back to not miss us, because we are here.
Together without fear. Without a doubt. Unstressed. At least.
