Whispers
I carefully touched the side of his face
Crafted in reality, made by whispers
I sought my peace and failed
They were talking and singing and growing
Too fast and too high for my taste
She blew the dreams carefully carved on the side of a tree
Bulky oak tree, with red lining and closed whispers
She searched his face and her reflection
You were sleeping peacefully side by side
Too nice and good for her taste
They never trusted enough, always looking behind
Following the demolishing sound of whispers
They though and tried too hard
She was playing hard, without mercy
Too loud and too strong for our taste
He craved the unlimited space and built a lie
Without any accuracy, starting with whispers
He gave up the minute he lost and keep building his demise
She was gone before it was true
Too bad and too wrong for their taste