In
the hush before the dawn
The night forgets, it's almost gone
Your silhouette
begins to bloom
A quiet spark inside the gloom
The world is grey, the lines are blurred
But still your name can be heard Between the noise,
between the blur
Your voice drips so like painted rain
It stains the dark with something sane
Each word you breathe,
a fragile cue Turns all the black to shades of you
My father taught me not
to be jealous of anyone,
but to walk on my own two feet
It's better than false relationships to be alone
To distance yourself from those who have no importance
Those who change with time
