Floating on the clouds
I’m falling, up.
Drowning in the ocean,
I’m flying, down.
Putting my hand on that chest of yours,
A quick touch can feel the beats.
Different rhythms, sad lullaby,
Not thinking twice, you took my fingers off.
I am nothing, but a moth.
Bugging your light, dancing with fire.
Playing with my reflection on that burning glance of yours.
Tricking my calloused soul, tickling my fragile heart.
Touching your skin, I guess I’m dying a bit.
Filling up the spaces between your fingers, I bet I’m home.
Watching you falling asleep at twilight, I wish that last first kiss of yours will just be mine.
You’re the star that shines through darkness,
I’m nothing but the firefly that dies in a stormy night.
And the star, has never belonged to the darkness of the firefly.