Gazing at the same stars; and
Being lost in your fascination,
Has now turned into my reality;
And no more just a consolation.
I miss being by your side.
I miss the smell of your hairs.
My hands yearn to pull your cheeks.
I would've talked some more;
If only I had known,
This dystopia would go on for weeks.
Lets run across the streets again,
With nothing to hide our smiles.
For one day, we'll drink to our victory.
And when the clock ticks again;
Embracing you in my arms,
Lets write our own poetry.
