i still hear the echo
from your silence
creating music.
a rhythm soft enough
to kill you (and our
rough times). so
whenever you wake
up in the dark,
please don't turn
to me, i'll be too
busy dancing,
happily, to the
music you helped
me put together.
and i hate you.
only for not
leaving me sooner.
you see, you
made my ground
and sky turn,
while i stood on
glass of broken
dreams. i managed
to walk, later.
and this is later.
from your silence
creating music.
a rhythm soft enough
to kill you (and our
rough times). so
whenever you wake
up in the dark,
please don't turn
to me, i'll be too
busy dancing,
happily, to the
music you helped
me put together.
and i hate you.
only for not
leaving me sooner.
you see, you
made my ground
and sky turn,
while i stood on
glass of broken
dreams. i managed
to walk, later.
and this is later.