Listening to: the tv
heres a poem i wrote:
With just a glimpse of your face
my eyes burn and you beat inside me.
My fire roars, you make me love,
the night is starry, my hand you’re carrying.
And I remember what it was like
to have you here by my side,
all those times… now you’re far,
all my smiles they are fake now.
But tonight you’re back
my memory reborn,
and I carry u with a hug
u kiss me, and my lips you’ve plucked.
The moon is the witness
of the imaginary tale,
but we behold the picture
painted with a passing sake.
Now I’m awake, I’m still hurt
you’ve never called or either came,
my dreams deceived me again;
I behold the night all alone,
I miss you, that’s all you need to know.
nate