I could see tiny light bulbs hanging on branches of trees but still too dark
Could taste bottles of mild beer but still too wild and made me drunk
Could go and sit beside you and talk to you about nothingness but still too deserter for I couldn’t make meters into inches away from you
Could steal obscure pats on your face but still too wary to catch your candid smiles
Could grasp your cold hands to fill the spaces in mine but still too giddy to recognize your retort.
Could dash my bumpy feet to allocate the warmness to yours but still too sloshed to catch your devotion.
Could just stare at you and hang my hands on your shoulders but still too impish to utter just a single morpheme just to assure you that permanence can be possible.
Could just be clingy the rest of the day but still too anxious to let you go until the fission of a long tight clench of hands.
Could sojourn on the spell of your scent for endless time but still too broad to say how happy I am because I have you.
Could just wrap my arms around you and capture significant stuff in you but still too dull to ask you if you do really love me.
Could just talk to you in silence punches of truth but still too rude to just show fake smile behind shed of tears.
Could just passionately indicate my affection through the graze of my lips on your soulful orifices full of poison but still too scrawny to make things right.
Could just love you the rest of today but still too delicate to face tomorrows.
Could be the most valiant warrior to stand for what we have right now but still too confused if you would.
Could be atrocious and leave you in the middle of nowhere but still too fearless to whisper I still have you.
Could be a loser knowing that you are one of the enthusiasts of endings but still too optimistic to believe that you won’t.
Could believe that there’s you and me but still too ruthless to boost myself that everything would end up with “us.”