It's the end of the day,
And the movie is done.
The black screen always fills my head and
The credits roll.
I am searching,
Searching,
Always searching
For your name
Among the others.
You are always the first
Never the last.
And
The music plays
A ballad of lust.
Your name is stark against the black backdrop that are
My thoughts.
You are the star, the director, the producer, the composer that plucks my heart strings.
You are the writer that with no words inscribes your name on my soul.
At least answer me this:
How does it feel?
