On a harmless night, a cigarette perched lazily upon his slender fingertips. His eyes were bloodshot, twinkling dark linings through a sozzled gaze. Tightened a cheap coat where his mind fixated on its own trap.
On a hollow night, a cigarette brushed off the wine of her lips. Her eyes like christmas, whisking your sight like a prologue of a fairytale. The lashes greeted the light, snow falling on dusty trees. Under the beauty, she carried heavy bags.
On previous nights, he was watching her all the time in mere moments before. If not stuffing her eyes into the circle dances of a coffee cup, she asks if she could sing on the café stage. She's always here. Alone. Waltzing her words in silence. And her voice itself is real music, tapping your eardrums as if they're your souls. Crampling each breath so they believe words were a just a myth.
She was watching him too. Radiating light until none left. Lost underneath the crescent smile. She knew because she watched him too much.
On a harmless night, the same setting. Both fingers busy, stealing glances to the point they should take 'em back. To prevent another stealing, they shared instead.
Laugh rolled out of her lips.
He pretended the sound didn't stop his heartbeat.
Picking deep comments as an ironic backlash, they shared glances into her small apartment where art is a wall and a ceiling. She craves love and peace. She has beautiful dreams between the effortless walks, you can see it in her eyes.
Picking deep comments as an ironic backlash, they shared glances into his messy home where art can walk. He craves love and peace. He talked about his alien feet and how the world is a capitalist. He talked about destroying patriarchy and that he's a high Disney prince riding his horse to the jaded reality. She laughed and agreed.
On a harmless night, the same setting. Both fingers busy, stealing glances to the point they should take 'em back. To prevent another stealing, they shared instead.
And in later nights, they share everything.
