Maybe it was the stars above us, or the wind in our face,
The grass under us, or the light from the guard's flashlight moving in a slow pace,
The color of the moon in your gaze, that held me trapped, like I was in a maze.
Perhaps, you knew that this would happen, that there was no possible way for us to be free.
The sound of a gunshot ringing in my ear -was it two that I heard?-
Your eyes, no longer filled with light, but with agony and dread, (what I would have gave for it to not be so.)
But maybe this was better, for the dark red stain blooming on both of us, would surely take us to a better place.
*So I kept my eyes open for as long as I could, and stared at your face, while our lives ebbed away...

In the rain,
the pouring rain,
where the sun won't shine,
even if you hate me,
I'll wait for you.

In the night sky,
stars twinkling,
stars shining,
moon smiling,
sun sleeping,
a mystical place.