My Words, Your Words

Between us and the sky
There is an invisible border
The green unripe apple is so solid
But tomorrow never knows

Those hanging fruits of yours
Appears to be something significant
Please, even if it hasn't ripe yet
Will you save it and keep it for me?

These vessel of ours
Being incapable to stay any longer
As we expect for it, crumbled down

Names and Numbers aren't necessary
Colors and Promises are fading away
Words and Sights are useless
What are we waiting for?

This frail shell of a thread will collapse
None of us is a cheap knock off
I wonder who is the Ariadne

Hold our breath
Close our eyes
Show us love

We don't need interpretation anymore