Lonely Boy

I’ve lost balance between the gravity of your love and the softness of your lips,

I lay in clouds of confusion and I wonder if the sun will ever rise again, what will dawn taste like without you?

Will wine still be the place in which I hide my sadness?

Will my bedsheets still cover all the scars that somehow seem not heal properly?

Will my prayers still be the place in which I hide you every night before my eyes close?

Now that I have lost balance,

will I know the reason why a body falls in love recklessly mindless of gravity or will I still be the lonely boy that grew up loving broken toys because they were the only thing in which he could see himself into?