SlipknotStitches

When I think about you

the rest of the world is dulled.

There is nothing that matters

nothing that could make me worse.

Manic and persistent

I find the moments dearest

and pretend that it's how it used to be.

We are young

I'm 19 and you 17

and it's the second time we've met.

Yet

we've been talking for years

and every word I hear from your lips

is an accentuation

a reason

for me to be here

to be near.

I still don't know why I left

maybe I never thought

that the life of an artist

could keep us.

That was yesterday.

Today is twisted

and cold.

We haven't seen each other

since those faithful days

when we spent nights

lost in conversation

and warm embrace.

Still you say you love me

and still we share the same

childish emotions

for one another

as we did then.

What we used to hold dear

has withered

but we are still the same

here for the other

to lick the wounds of life and living

shoulder to lean on

voice of comfort to our lonely ears.

So we thread on

loving something about one another

that no one else will ever understand

no matter how much they pretend to.