The colours on your face
shining bright under the 'starlight'
the same face of yours
only in a frame of my mind
the pencil I'm holding
the sheets I'm throwing
this is the creepiest moment
as the laughter keeps on growing
no evidence. nothing to proof.
like in a dream, we would hold our hands
as our wings covered each other,
in a forbidden forest,
where the night sky was our true companion,
just a touch of the skin,
just the sound of our heart beat
we knew it all a long..
a fantasy never will be real
somehow, reality keeps on whispering:
guts going to kill you, torture you
as you've shown it the wrong direction AGAIN
