Tortured soul. The weak who are strong. The beaten and the damned.
Why am I drawn towards you when I know how this has to be? So tempted to touch the flame.
You are me and I am you.
How do you have me smiling when I’m still so sad?
I’ve seen you somewhere before, in another life, at another time.
But things then were just as they are now. You were not mine to hold, to say goodnight to, to wake up to.
My shoulders are getting heavy again, my brain is shutting down but the grin on my face remains.
If for one second I could make your day brighter, make your load little lighter, then I think I guess the universe has done its job.