On the street.

Walking, smiling
just going around a place
that somehow seems new to me.

I walk, I smile, I actually don't know why
is there maybe a happy thought in my mind?
or am I just fading so much
that I forgot how to look sad again?

Nevermind, people random care
and I lost the imaginary pencil
that I used to draw smiles with
so I look, and I see cloudy faces
but ahead that might be changed.

So keep on walking
(my friend NJ's advice)
and you might get somewhere
where the sun of your smile
can open new windows
from the street
to the world.

No title (yet)

the depths of your soul
light in the sky
and you're alone with me
how did we grow so apart?
why did we let it all die?
and now we're just two lost loves
that forgot how warm they were before.

I won't say that I don't miss you
that would deny the shine in my eyes
but this story has to end
before the end caughts us
in a neverending spiral
that would lead us out of the way

so would your kill it all?
would you give your back to us?
can't you see that I can't?
or would you hang on to the fantasy
that we created not too long ago
and keep dreaming
with a desirable end?

you're the one that would give a name
to this story,
so tell me
what's it going to be?