Starry night.
My cold hands were shaking beside the lamp were gleaming, here in my bed, leaning and lonely. The evening seems a nightmare, I dreamed about you, a scenario of me and you. I was about to believe it was true, but then, it was sad to know the truth, it is just an illusion. It feels too unsual, it feels almost real, like how I wanted to live in that dream, dwell, with a life, of love and care.
The night passes by that leave a bleeding shears and scars inside, it was wounded and cannot healed away through the failed years of forgetting and later, remembering. Even the starry night, the twinkling stars at the sky are the witnesses of my shedding tears, my sorrowful cries, and my lonely eyes. I wondered, if he see me crying, does he crying too? I hope he won't, because it makes me cry even more.
I wish, I could rolled back the clock, stay a little bit longer in that dream, where your arms engulfing me from the coldness of evening, together watching the floating moon that draws light upon us, the stars would be our audience and the silent beating hearts would be our song. A perfect picture of me and you that vanish a long time ago. Someone would dare to call this foolish and absurd, but it was the best thing that I ever did, to love someone eternally and reminisce the memories through this starry night.
Roxetteyes
