Art.Elys

the ever-changing color of your eyes 

shifting with the light or the color of your clothes

lull me in each sunset, each and every sunrise

with one single glance the beat of my heart slows

my chest doesn’t pitter nor patter,

it doesn’t quicken nor keep its pace

when i see you i’m at rest, i’m at home,

i’m in a little world with you alone

 

the feeling of her tender lips on mine

oh, what a wonderful thought

 

reality tears this little world of ours to pieces

as you are not mine, yet all i am is yours

and with that devastating thought

my chest once more changes its pace

this world was never real in the first place