brave.


there’s only few things
better than

that song kissing your ears again
the freedom of singing it
out loud
in the middle of the bay
looking in everyone’s eyes
with a damn big smile.

then the bitter taste
of blue wind
hits your face
as the stars draw closer
to your heart than ever.
a strange, but sudden
urge of dreaming the stars
with eyes closed
reminiscing of the moments
that made up that song.
your song.
our song.

and giving up to
the heart, the city, and
yourself.

and taking in a deep breath.
in. out. in. in. breathe out.

look straight.
and keep walking.

just please keep walking.

We don’t have to take our clothes off


take my hand
and lead me to
the floor

let’s hold each other
and move along
as the rhythm goes,
as the music like
the southwesterly breeze
flows.

we can sway
our feet
while your hazel eyes
sing the song
of this cold snap night

let’s just have
fun, we don’t
have to take our clothes off
tonight.