Care less

Curtains are closed
The windows are aching

This cinema haven't been opened for awhile
I have not been expecting
Another try

Will the lights go out
Such as blowing out candles

If we stand to close
Can we eat this gravel
Could we turn around and come back as another

If you go through a wall
Would you come out at the other side
Or at the edge of another imagined land

The page getting turned to the part when you open the doors
And when you surround me with our aching charms
Your arms pulled so tight
I can't remember if it ever was so right

Perhaps you kissed my wounded flesh
Maybe I couldn't care less
♠ ♠ ♠
My bad, it's my bad poetry again.