Sliding down the edge of the moon
Touching the glowing river of stars
Crystal clear clouds in the mid of June
While dandelions spark and sing on Mars

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you