Lie to me

When I look into your eyes,
And we know that we're done,
That there's no more a moment
We can be Us anymore,
Lie to me.
Look into my eyes and lie that you love me
I'll smile. And die in peace.

Beauty is a sham, the music is dead,
The magic of your touch is gone.
The dance you ask is a trip to fall,
A lazy routine, souls apart.
Let me sleep now, maybe die
A shriveled body, and a lost mind.

Our love is a lie of comfort
That love we had, long lost.
Too tired to hunt for a fresh start,
Let me not take my last breath
Alone.

Even if your heart doesn't skip a beat,
Look into my eyes and lie.
Hold my hand tight and lie to me.
Let me breathe my last in peace.

The city girl

I stare out of the balcony, not quite sure what it is that I am supposed to enjoy. The greenery? No. The heart doesn't skip a beat when I look out and out into the meadow. Anyway, I don't feel bad that it doesn't appeal to me.

Sometimes at twilight, when the sun is down and the sky darkens, and I come fresh from my bath to dry the towel, it beats a tad bit faster. My un-spectacled eyes blur the street lights in the distance. The backdrop of rectangular building blocks, like some lego set, becomes the canvas for the flickering lights.

And I unwrap the towel from my wet hair, squinting my eyes to see the sharpness of the lights vary . There I am, in my world of flickering lights and hazy borders.
Yes, I am the myopic city girl.