The season of bewitching

Where the new season starts...
The signs are everywhere...
But still slipping and sliding down...
Hearing the words and looks in faces...
But failing to find the moment...
Instead to pine over the lost chances...
These are the days of wonder...
The way of not understanding...
When its all laid out, so simple...

My Valentine

Even if it isn't a cold winter...
The dark always make me cold...
To remember the lonely silence...
Only to have it disturbed by rushing people...
Rushing in their cars getting away from...
Or getting to some warmth laying in a bed in that cold night...
Its always cold to sit silent spinning records in the dark...

Searching titles

Would've been good...
It would have worked well...
But not everything follows wishes...
Some impressions are wishful thinking...
Making those kinds stands are empty...

The silence

Not everything is apathy...
And not everything is lies...
But you won't know till tomorrow...
Could you tell the truth in moments...
Speaking just to say the words that fit...
Something to fill that question, the silence...

Words aren't always lies

With less words...
The meanings, tear deeper...
Lost between looks, like an idiot...
Gritting of truths, is more than those words...
For all those fucking sounds...
A soul can say more...