still smiling.

there's a lot of shit going on

there are a lot of things

as beautiful

as they have ever been

and there's me

wanting to write about you,

but I just can't find my pen

and I want to sing to you

the songs of my dreams,

but my voice is breaking

since we met

old letters I re-read,

old kisses I re-kiss,

old friends I lose again,

old habits of

thinking too much,

cause I think too much

I feel quiet and poisoned

I feel cured and screaming

like an all time sunset streaming

on your linse

I feel like the one thing I need

and still

I want you

what if I already know that you gonna hurt me?

what if I can't stop anyway?

what if we do the one thing we shouldn't

and make us feel the one thing we couldn't?

cause there is a lot of fucking shit going on...