One last time under the sky
Because the future would bring the lovers apart
Dark moon, bright stars

Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never been in love
Never found the one
To hold under the night sky
And smile while the world is ending
Because they're in their loved ones arms

Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never loved
Who's never been kissed
or told
"I love you"

Scream and hit the Children
And watch their hopes and dreams burn
What will be of our Children?
What will be of our future?

Love warrior
Here we are
Drawn together
Like a beggar falling

A wonder seeker
Under the moons godly gaze
For the last time

He was a sculptor
She was his inspiration
Never a Human
Always his muse

So when she died
He tried to resurrect his muse
With clay

He couldn't sculpt her face
He couldn't remember
He had lost his muse