Love. Lucency. Lassitude.

29. Sober

These palms of mine,
Will crave for your lines,
As I move away,
With the setting of the day.

When the sun dances with the night,
And I speak to the stars,
I'll watch on the other side,
Your smiling face waiting for me in the dark.

And damn,
I'll lose my mind then,
And I'll whisper to the stars,
That I'll see them later, again.

I'll rush into your arms,
And you'll be with me again,
You'll know I'm high,
But with you, I know, I was sober,
My darling,
Dead cold blue,
Only with you.

~*~
11.11.18
9:21 p.m.
~*~