It’s a stormy night,
my friend.
Let’s take a walk
through the black
and lose ourselves within it.
Look at the stars,
scattered through the sky
like flowers from a broken garland.
Look at the clouds,
drifting about aimlessly,
like lost ships at sea.
A distant rumble
comes rolling
from the insides of the sky’s belly.
The clouds are going to explode!
Oh, let’s stay awhile longer,
my friend.
I can feel the moon throbbing
and the night air trembling.
Let’s stay,
my friend.
Let’s stay
and get hit by the thunder
and drenched by the lightning.
We’ll let the rain fall
as it likes.
You’re smiling,
my friend.
Just as I knew you would.
Tonight,
I can love you,
my friend,
for you laugh
the laughs of old.
Tonight,
I can love you,
my friend,
for I now know
that you have not forgotten.
Tonight,
I will love you,
my friend,
because you make me want to.
Tomorrow,
me
in my heels,
you
in your tie,
we can be indifferent again.
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1 comment:
And you said you can't write poetry :p Really liked this one, honestly gave me a feeling of deja vu.
Tomorrow,
me
in my heels,
you
in your tie,
we can be indifferent again
hmmmm, something that makes me sad often :)
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