Saturday, June 18, 2011

And all the gunshots come pouring down

There was the elderly couple who rummaged in bins
The pink tracksuit lady with her poodle
The gay dude in summer shorts and aviator sunnies
And like a massive wave of neurons firing in
I was shivering from the thought of possible victory
Couldn't control my quivering lips
The thin line between success and failure
Between yes and no
Between you and I
And in the far distance was a blurred horizon
Unseen to all in their foolish daydreams
I want nothing but to draw closer
And see the black and white that separates our superficial veils.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

It comes with the night

I dream of falling into your wide embrace
I dream of burying my nose into your chest
I dream of you and I and nothing else
I dream of us in a place where it doesn't matter when things doesn't meet expectations
I dream of us smiling when everyone and everything else fails us
I dream of myself clinging frantically onto you in all the worldly misery
I dream of you making me feel loved and safe and wanted
I dream of you with my eyes wide open.