He has a love story to tell
I can see it in his eyes
A pool's reflection
Of a sunrise, sunset, nightsky,
An inomprehensible beauty...
I can hear it in his smile
Louder than any warhorn,
Signalling an impending catastrophe
I am not sure i am ready for.
He had a love story to tell
I can taste it in his eyes
The saltiness of unshed tears
Pooling beneath his chest
Waves waiting, waiting...
I can hear it in his lips,
Words held captive,
Prisoners of the past
I am not sure he is ready to release.
He was a love story to tell
Once, i have felt it in my chest,
That squeeze that gets tighter
And tighter and tighter
Until i can no longer breathe.
Once, i have tasted it on my tongue
A name that played on my mind
Like a song on a loop
I am not sure i can turn off.
