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Staccato

You sang in a soft tone.
I can't look at the stars now,
like its a line from an unknown song
that I couldnít learn anymore.
Now that there's no more reason
to sing since you left.

I still donít know what it was that captured me.
Was it your sweet, unassuming voice,
your chameleon eyes, your gift for music,
or was it the warmth of your lips against mine?

The night was passing like a tourist in a strange land
and all I could do was count
the seconds, the minutes, the hours
and pray to them nameless gods.
May this episode, this chance encounter with you never end.
These days I look at lyric sheets and despise myself
for singing you songs back then,
for now they are all meaningless without your strumming.
Now all I could do is sleep all day,
sleep all day, over and over
and over and over again.

Thereís a certain sadness in the endless pleasure
a single night brings to us lonely people.
Maybe the problem is one of us is more lonely,
or the other is much less alone.
Or is it because both of us canít look at the stars now?
I know I sin and I know you sin,
but what I really want to do is sing with you all day,
sing all day, over and over
and over and over again.

But I had lost my tongue.
heyycyanides
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