The Hyperbole Cafe

Your words capture my beats 

As if they breathe on its numbness.

All we do is miss each other,

Your absence makes me lose my space.

And when you're gone,

I sit alone and whistle 

With no shadow passing, to hear my song.

I set the music on fire, 

A party it seems, but really? It's just a tragedy.

A tragedy of a lonesome girl,

Who just waits for the music 

To melt the rumble of the clock.

She stares at the walls, 

But everyone knows, its the other way round.

A happy kid at heart, finds you in her every step,

Every breath 

Every hand that's held 

Every crumble of food 

Every smile and Moon. 

With you it feels like sirens and fireworks,

There's just a little bit of noise around. 

I run back home, under this delicious Sun,

Which just sweats me until I find my way.

I'm not really lost but I think I'll stay.

There's madness, but its mundane 

There's a whole living, breathing world out there 

But with you by my side, 

It's just the little snuggle I desire.

How about a camper van? 

You know, it'll keep us happy

We'll install a kitchen, a little bed,

Have a dog and fight to live together in that. 

Would you rather just keep it in your dreams 

And wish for it to rest some day,

Or would you really go out there,

To find a block and look above the wall? 

Netflix, literature, food and endless stories 

We've lived enough, but not enough to call it our glory 

We're not one in a million, 

We're just one among the million 

Fighting the crowd 

Working towards winning about 

The bout belongs just to us 

We have to win or we simply die. 

We need to survive 

Because like this poem, 

There's just no sense in love and life.