Stars and Scars
Thy smile hides some untold stories
Thy cologne takes me back to old memories
Some of happy beginnings, others of filthy nights
And here we are, meeting for the umpteenth time
Tell me in this night, do we reminisce, or do we dive into the depths of this dark night to break ourselves free?
My window remains closed nowadays
And I keep waiting for that one knock in the middle of the night.
Sometimes the days are spent in reading, sometimes in vigorous scribbling,
But on most days I spent the nights writing,
Writing until my heart is all out, until nothing is left out,
Until absolute nothingness takes over me to make my slumber painless.
So tell me, do we lie down under this starry little sky and share our stories, or do we run back to where we started from, letting go of everything?
Your voice hasn’t really changed,
It reminds me of the night I was drunk and in love.
Now that the nights feel longer, do you still drink like me?
Somehow the rusted pendulum still remains in my room,
The one which I loved and you fixed.
But on some nights, when it strikes three,
A creepy sound does it make.
I wake up scared, unable to find you beside me
So tell me, tonight, when this silence will be broken, will you not hug me tight?
Tell me, will you still not be mine?
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