Mar 1, 2022
On nights, when life feels like a distant dream
One that leaves you happy right after waking up
But melancholic nonetheless
For you know you could have used little bits of that lie
This sadness is a pathetic routine
and I am too wise to put anyone at fault but me
On such nights you hold me longer than I need, or deserve
or know what to do with
You pull me close, kiss my forehead, lips, and chest
And so, life feels close, and warm, and alive