I dont believe in destiny
there is a line in between
the romantic, the desperate
i draw it at 11:10
the stars are a bedtime story
they'll tell you to wish on at night
the red string that keeps us wishing
it's probably nicked left and right
that line, you would balance on it
if they asked if you were sober
all the stars were in your eyes
not balls of gas lightyears over
all you would do is tug on it,
that damn impossible red string
until I was right next to you
and my heart told you everything
So maybe I do believe in destiny
Because God damn that's what you do
You make everyone believe
And that is why I believe too
a little more
every day
every second
I'm with you
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poesía(Spring, 2017) I didn't know it when I first saw you, but when I did I couldn't look away.
