When September ends

We are miles apart

And distance is hard to chase,

Love still exists,

But expressions have changed.

Dreams are still delusional

but they cover up for my hidden cries well.

Tears have passed just as the days does,

But night still strangles me in the ties that never broke.

Those moments are the only source

of the worn out calm.

They call me crazy and never get that

this is just a cover,

The one to hide our dreams

our definition of the perfect world.

Maybe I'm not worth it

maybe I'm just the wrong one

But I'll grow and will surelywalk away

but will do it slow.

Cause one day we'll see the life roll,

And that day I just want to put on the perfect show.