The night is young

We could’ve hopped on a plane

And visitted a foreign place by midnight

Checked into a hotel and made love

While looking at the stars

It could’ve still been 11PM by a beach

I could already feel the warm breeze

Music and we could’ve been dancing

While the night is young

You could’ve led me to a dreamscape

In which we could paint together

Scenery of a clear sky and future

Or a familiar illusion of reality which

We yearned to believe for too long

That the night is still young

The Victim

 

I wonder why at times

it feels like a lie

your sweet blinding words

truly made me want to believe

I wish for the smoke to clear

so I can remember that you

of all people would know so well

ways to manipulate people

since you were once a victim

or so you said again and again

and again you are still a victim

so I start questioning myself

if you are still that character

what does that make me?