I sleep in black and white.
For weeks, everything in cool blacks and plush greys.
Last night I was in the auditorium watching you perform, the light from the stage barely touches me and I'm sitting in a pool of cold shade.
He performs for me these acts of nothing, letting me believe ; gripping me with his gentle ryhme.
I am a fool to believe, sitting in these decaying colours; it dawns on me.
I do not want to watch this performance.
As I stand to leave He stops. And we hold each others gaze so tightly, swallowing down my urge to stay, I put my hands into my pockets and go. In the dark shades of this world I do not see his piercing eyes and hope he cannot see my bleeding heart.
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