"We're all dead in heaven! So it can't be that great…"

Donnerstag, 21. August 2014

Some deep abstract shit

Baby, we collided.
And we've been talking for hours.
And slowly I fell for your voice.
Because your voice sounds like a dark echo to me.

Usually one does not fall, but when one falls, one falls hard.
I can't remember a look you gave me, because most of the time it was dark or our eyes were closed or all both.
But does that matter?
And if I ever fell for you, would it matter, that I didn't before?
Would it?
Will I ever?