Sad songs & other clichés

In silent screams, we're not really strangers in a dream

Cover of Daniel Caesar's song -Violet

She has a thought about you sometimes, when the moon standing right outside the window pane. The night must be fury, stole every dreams she could barely kissed. Sit's tall in her bedroom replaying every wish in her fits, directing movies of scenes of what ifs.

The earth is a huge disco ball she wants to dance around to. With every tangential love songs that haunts in her bed, collecting every will you left...sing them up to the constellation of a million stars like she's got a spell in her wretched tongue.

Lost in space, in a foreign places under the shades of blue, she's got the most of you. You were there, there and there. She was there, there and there. Light a cigarettes a bit too much, she's losing a sight of the ground, float within thick, grey air...you were there. Running down the spine underneath the article she's wearing, there's a tailor-made witch cursing your name....you weren't there. The room is quiet, her room is a joy ride.