they are together,
they seem to be happy.
but who knows,
the thorns under the flowers.
they eat, they meet, they greet,
and now they forget the beat.
they kiss they miss,
but the charming past.
they love they lust,
and then they burst.
they talk they text,
but feared to sit next.
he wanna leave, she wanna leave,
but cant they believe.
he wants life, she wants life,
but not for oneself.
she wants to sleep,
he doesn't want another morning.
--R.M