The lady in red cried the other night
Didn’t want to be this way but wiped her cheeks dry
Told herself, “Tonight is the night I’d shine bright,
Like the stars and the pale moonlight.”

Put on the outfit that would rather leave her bear
Pull off a good show for all the men out there
Tonight is the night she’d shine
Brighter than the stars and the pale moonlight

The lady in red danced with the clouds
Higher she went as the music shook the ground
Tonight was the night she shined above the rest
As he touched her and said, “Darling, you’re the best.”

You are the dream I am currently weaving on my mind,
like the finest cloth that would
keep me warm on a rainy day.
You’d give me something that would make
my cheeks turn the brightest of red;
lovely poems that could last for eternity,
rather than flowers that promise love for
infinite years, but wither in time.
We would both lie down under the twinkling stars
and refrain from stretching out our hands before them,
because finally, the stars heard us, heard me;
because they know how I’ve been wishing for you
and how I’ve been longing for you;
right now, all I could think of is how real you would become
and how right you would be for me
and how in time, you could save me
after all the things I’ve done;
after time keeps doing itself justice;
after the world has made me love a little less;
after I've wished to never love again