Like the way i did with you.
This will all make sense,
Once you fall in love truly.
I like to start stuff with dots.
I always wondered..
How do all those stars fit in your eyes?
Fuck it
Fuck all that silence in the world,
If that scream is for someone who's not next to you.
What could be and what it is.
It's late.
We're both tired.
Tired from all the talking we did.
From the past.
The present.
And the future.
You look at me with your tired eyes.
Suddenly,
That wild fire in your eyes
turns into a flame so small it could barely light a candle.
It won't go out.
I know.
We head to our bedroom.
Hold hands on the way.
I'm smiling.
What I have right now is beautiful.
It's right here.
Next to me.
I'm smiling.
Because it's too early too cry.
I'm smiling.
Because this is all i ever wanted.
You kiss me, and then you smile back.
I make our bed.
Pulling out the pillows.
You look at me,
i look at you.
Our eyes meet.
I smile.
You grab a pillow,
and hit me with it.
I guess it would hurt.
If someone else did it.
But not you.
Pillows fly in the air.
like the laughter of our hearts.
Before you throw another,
You hug me.
We fall onto the bed.
I wrap my hands around you.
We kiss.
This time longer.
As if you said something with your lips.
I say I love you,
You say it too.
I hold you even tighter.
And I tell you that everything is great.
You fall asleep.
I listen to your dreams for a while.
They're nice.
I can tell.
I start to cry.
But not out of sadness.
I'm crying.
Because what I have right now is beautiful.
It's right next to me.
I'm crying.
Because it's too late to smile.
I'm crying.
Because this is all I ever wanted.
Soon I lay another kiss upon your head.
And fall asleep.
We sleep.
And cuddle.
And laugh.
And kiss.
Waiting for the morning sun.
To spend another forever together.
That's nice isn't it?
But that's not what happened.
Instead,
I go to bed.
This unmade bed.
the way it's always been.
I grab a pillow so I have something to hold onto.
I fall asleep.
To continue dreaming about something
That could happen.
But didn't.
A dream and reality.
No.
I can't call it that.
Well the first part anyways.
It's not a dream.
Not hope.
Yeah.
Let's call it,
What could be
and what it is.
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Vt
Kako bi se ti osećala da znaš da nečije dve reči ti mogu sjebati život?
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You look like someone, for whom i'd fall asleep every night with a smile.
