Beautiful Mistake

 






 There is no doubt, we are afraid;
we touch, we feel, we are the same,
but I
can't take your wings and fly away
like you.

I hold on to this;
colors are turning grey,
I noticed that within your face
the morning you blacked out
and I could see the light
like water in front of all of them.

You moan, you're sick, you hurt inside,
I pray for you to not break down,
but I
can't take your tears and cry
for you.

I make you believe
our weakness is what makes us real
and we shouldn't let ourselves forbid
the inevitable thing,
the touch you give me
when nobody else is watching us
and I should keep pretending
I don't feel a single little thing
for you.

And I can't take your sticks and play
this beautiful mistake.