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