The stars look so inviting my darling
Can't you take me there?
Oh the gesture is so very sweet
But in actuality it's only just me
Blurring and stirring the beings from within
Can't forget the start or the end
I wouldn't want to hold me either
Things like this just start with a fever
Will we ever get to see each other?
Will we ever get to love the other?
Will we ever get along?
We weren't all that we felt
Or were we?
We can't ever work
Or can we?
Will I ever find you?
Will I ever have you?
Can't you find the time
To let me see you?
Maybe one day baby
We can visit the stars
But right now
I just want to sleep
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PuisiThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
