I wish I could write Less entangled in myself Write about the world and people: Their smiles, their eyes
Every goddamn beautiful thing
How the glass waves rise They fall over the fake sky How the hurt moon rose over the shattered land Just to say goodbye
And how that reminded me of you
But the thoughts are so beautiful I am afraid they will die Once they touch paper, they will melt Be meaningless words turned into meaningless sentences
Not something beautiful and mine, and ours.
I am afraid the glass sky will crumble Tear into pieces and fill the holes in the shattered ground The moon will never rise with beauty or pain It just rise and everything will be will grey again.
I want to see colours again