heartfelt regrets and sincere lies,
these are the things that keep us awake at night.
we make these solemn cries,
and create harmonious symphonies,
towards a god that will never hear us.
we expect for ourselves to exist,
in a world filled by forgotten promises,
hoping that soon our dreams will be reached,
and that our happiness be quenched.
love and lust both fill our heads,
in nights filled with emptiness,
hoping that our moans be heard,
by those who truly love us.
i hope not to stay for too long,
for i know that one day my memories will consume me,
and i will no longer be the same.
then in one given day,
in this dreadful place,
in a sea of people,
in a flock of hopeless romantics,
in a city full of strangers,
both known and unknown in the eyes of many,
i find you,
my clarity.