Maybe, between those lines I would say
"I'd rather be with you than with someone else"
Maybe, crossing your street wasn't my idea
But is your mind
Tell me how would you like to spend your hours with me
A little of enormous strange impulsivity
Talk to me as if you need me
Need me as if you really do
Sometimes not, for it is always
I do think from edge to edge
From pieces to pieces of our lucks and fate
Will this be the body of our lost hopes?
I ached for too much of beauty
I ached for too much of love, sadness and ego
And I ached for myself, the stupidity of loneliness
But for you I could lean any closer if closeness is to taste your principles
Couldn't be an unfair separate worlds
If I float on the other while you're not around
But the power of nature's force in time
Is you in the core of four blank walls painted in black
But baby, I know you've heard it
The first and could be end is near
Somewhere a chance, somewhat it is
"A one from these things could never but anything in a choice"
Just so you would like to know
I am waiting against the collapsion of our inner daylights and I will be
Never in tired swimming undearneath these breaths, for this
End, is merely a word but will never be in us.
©belsteorra
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