Wine, dine, melanholic crime and here we go again.
Never ending night adventures,
Making up for the peaces we lost on the way.
Beautiful and sad
The world full of people
And their stories left behind.
All those missing peaces,
Stories cut short,
Dreams dumped on the road,
And hearts that can’t be unbroken.
Yet we still bet on new beginnings with old reasons.
Wishing upon a star, a higher power, luck, miracle or just “being good enough” for it to happen.
Fingers crossed – here we go again..
Fingers crossed that this will bring us there
Will there ever be enough of c’est la vie ?