And last night i sat and glared at the stars,
wishing a shadow would pass me by,
and take a sit next to mine,
listening to the sound of my tears whine,
and the every cars that ride on that road,
i really wished it was you to be a comfort,
but this heart was afraid to be sonorous,
to pick up the phone and just be honest.
It’s weird sometimes, how two eyes can stare,
But the mind is just not there,
And two legs that can walk fast,
With no direction, no compass,
A heart that can feel,
But the mouth tells what’s unreal,
With merely lifting hands to pray,
But the soul is just elsewhere.
is it me, or
does love really
a mere superstitious,
a delusional to live up ones life?