things I'm not yet used to
things I don't want to admit to anybody
not even mysef yet.
Complicated, awfully nice things
always revolving my stomach
my mind
my daytime thoughts specially,
only because I can't see you at night;
I can't imagine you
in a time we aren't actually sharing.
There's a meteorite rain today
we could watch it together
but there's always other plans
other casualities
other mellow songs to listen
for both of us
at the very same ends
the very same nights we have time to see the sky.
Isn't it convenient tho?
It's like we both have the same plan
but noone is willing to take a decisive rol in it.
I guess it's not the time after all
even if we both want it to be
even if we both feel similar things for the summer
even if we both stare longingly at our intertwined hands
not wanting to let go
not wanting to watch the meteorite rain apart from each other
not wanting to stop wanting more.
I guess it's because the sunflowers are in full bloom
and the days last longer
and you are too dear to my heart
and I'm too stubborn to talk about love.