YOUR ICE IN SUMMER

The stars looked down on me As the heat of the air kissed my cheeks Your eyes apprised a dreary story They were clear, they were deep - those beautiful black discs I felt a sweat roll down my chests But a shiver run down my spine Electric ignition? Or.. d-did you just held my hand.. I'm getting nervous, getting tensed, I am troubled - all at the same time. The moonbeams portrayed your silhouette perfectly Noise from the streets are like smashing waves from the sea And those little stars that looked down upon me Shone bright to your lips as you utter the words, "I'm sorry" © KBM