Let your fingers slide
27 March, 2008
I speak softly,
Caressing a moment we never had.
Wishful memories;
If only I could be what I should’ve been.
Come closer,
There is a delicate dream inside my mind.
We can play,
In the lushscapes and the whistling city.
Quieten down
The tired closet cares dragging your hands.
Loosen your grip,
Let your fingers slide, entwined with mine.
But we know
It’s a lost world we could never believe in,
We can see
The decay that lies behind the wide eyes.
It’s no use,
But I want to try one last hopeless time
To convince,
And pretend we could ever have a chance.
The next time
You see the dream seeping from my eyes,
Will you smile,
And tell me something to make me kind?