He may have thousands of emotions, they are only bound to create art -- his screams burst out abstract, and his soft whispers stroke out poetry...
Some nights, he was a broken stroke,
some nights, a rhythm out of tune;
some nights, an accident idea..
A short midnight story -- The Day Her World Ends [if we were neighbors, this is our story.]
Looking at the vastness of the sky. He is waiting for the world to end, while licking his ice cream.
She sat beside him, holding also her ice cream, waiting for the world to end.
"Do you think this is meant to be?" She asked.
He just shrugged and smiled the widest he can give to her.
And her whole world crashed and vanished when he did that.
"Hey, i need another world. My world just ended."
"What do you mean?"
"I need you - my whole new world."
c.r
She stopped being
someone else
when a guy saw
what was behind
those eyes and just looked at
it like it's worth staring;
when a guy touched her
life and even he thought
it was a mess,
he made her
feel lucky
with everything she [already] had;
when he said
words which
brought back
her love from
chasing her dreams;
when he told
her how beautiful
she really is,
and it just felt like
flying far away;
when a guy
loved her
when she was
that other person,
and still
loved her
when she is herself.
she stopped being
someone else,
when he
came into
her life
and chose to
stay.
And that's him.
He changed her.
[she wants to live]
