Lyrical Poetry

You make my heart beat like the rain

The sunset's black and white, it didn't used to be

Tell me if I'm wrong Tell me if I'm right Tell me if you need a loving hand to help you fall asleep tonight

What's the point in working, if a wish is never certain?

Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind

And I tried my best to embrace the darkness in which I swim

Don't it feel fucked up we're not in love

We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Sad beneath their fantastic disguises

Has melancholy taken you for good? You know that I would save you if I could

Is this a heart attack or did my troubles find a way to paint my heart this black?

It’s 4am and you’re keeping me from closing these sleepy eyes. Does the thought of me keep you up at night?

They say the heart only wants what it can’t have, so I guess your hand in mine will never fit.