Love
is
when you both
speak silence
but still
understood anyway
– do you?
Love
is
when you both
speak silence
but still
understood anyway
– do you?
There are
mighty strings
that
always
pulling me
back to you
called good memories
– always
We were the night.
We painted the sky black and hid the stars away.
Everything was dark that night, except you.
Except you.
The moon.
The perfectly shaped circle.
The mysterious light that shines the night.
Do you know that the moon god of Babylonian was called “Aku”?
You smiled.
As if the universe was conspiring with us that night.
As if you already knew that we were belong to each other from the very beginning.
Everywhere we saw was darkness.
But we still can see each other.
We can feel each other’s heart beat.
We can even find each other in the blackest night, with our eyes closed.
The cold wind kissed our skin, and from our warm, inescapable hugs, we reach and mend our darkest and deepest wounds.
We met by chance
We fell by choice
God stole those words
and called it
destiny
– always loves it every time You steal something
I’m always
addicted
to the wrong things
– you for instance