yoongi is quiet,

yoongi is sweet,

like he should be,

his voice tainted by angelic wings,

until he stops,

and exhales his last sweet breath,

before he asks,

if i've ever been to a club at night,

where you party,

like there's no tomorrow,

and fill up with drinks,

until you feel no sorrow,

and i reply with a 'fine',

because when we hang up,

he won't know,

how i really feel inside.