The clothes lie in the dryer like you had left them,
The stains on the tea mugs remain.
Everything seems to have changed today,
Yet it all seems the same.
My forehead is still moist with your kiss.
My eyes still unlock everyday to be able to see your face,
My heart still beats with the hope of a twist in fate.
The stench of fresh flowers chokes me to death
The laughter of innocence makes my eyes go wet.
The starlit sky looks like a thousand thorns set up to bruise the already battered.
The wounded moon reminds me of a façade of happiness, hiding in its hollows,
A thousand dreams left shattered.
Stop it. This wait. It makes me want to die.
Stop it. This laughter it makes me want to cry.
The outer me flawless.
The inner me….lifeless.
The stains on the tea mugs remain.
Everything seems to have changed today,
Yet it all seems the same.
My forehead is still moist with your kiss.
My eyes still unlock everyday to be able to see your face,
My heart still beats with the hope of a twist in fate.
The stench of fresh flowers chokes me to death
The laughter of innocence makes my eyes go wet.
The starlit sky looks like a thousand thorns set up to bruise the already battered.
The wounded moon reminds me of a façade of happiness, hiding in its hollows,
A thousand dreams left shattered.
Stop it. This wait. It makes me want to die.
Stop it. This laughter it makes me want to cry.
The outer me flawless.
The inner me….lifeless.