oh, it's been so long
since I've seen your eyes,
and I think I would die
if you said that you still love me.
against all of Newton's laws,
and against Neitzsche's rules,
I'd rather be motionless with you
than moving forward with someone else.
on the other hand of the clock,
on god's eternal pause,
it's been a while since
you made me cry or sigh.
you said goodbye,
but I think we could still
find a way back
to the basics.
maybe,
possibly,
in this life
or the next.
wouldn't it be nice
to start over,
and erase the rise,
because all I want is to see your eyes.