The Postmarks

The End Of the Story

The Postmarks


Folded my arm through 
the elbow of yours 
but i can't feel you there anymore 
i am dancing with your shadow 
you have turned into a ghost 

though you are so close beside 
i feel space empty and wide 

you turned me round in a circle 
made me dizzy and let me fall 
i no longer recognize you 
i want to leave this masquerade ball 

what lies behind your smile 
i once believed in foolishly 
now i look up into your eyes 
but all i see is the sky