The Symphony that played last night.
Sitting right in front of him
On that pretty chair.
Cuddling a blue, black pillow
Right by the silent chill of the glass window.
Cracking jokes and breathing hard
High on the talks, he left last night.
The melodies I hear are the only ones
Your words make out of your mind.
She read the wolf story with a hot coffee.
She dreamed of the sweater with a pink glaze.
She felt her gaps filling in
With that hysterical behavior
He sat on the couch with a deck
Scribbled a riddle on the king of hearts.
He knew he was distant
With all the inches between, the pixels created.
They sat all night and discussed laughter
Subdued by his charm,
She wore a mysterious smile
From the corner of his eyes,
He saw that.
Both of them knew,
Life was going to be a bit messier now.