The only idols that fill you with hope,
should not be the ones that will vanish in smoke.
I get undertones of sadness, when I think about the moments
that I never got to spend with you.
I can't decide, if I love you more in morning or I love you more at night.
With its luminous lux tides, maybe in the daylight
all its pretty madness and the complicated status,
'cause the moon don't pick sides and the sun won't resign,
until you're by my side.
Because the longing leads to leaving, and the loving leads to bleeding,
and your beauty is a blessing, and I never got to tell you
how I lovе the way my eyes makе yours look green too.
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
I'm the one I fear the most,
little did I know that I was only crying wolf.