I’m being played like a song on repeat.
Does that mean he likes me?

My eyes tell a story in a language he can’t read,
So he put them back on the shelf and picked simpler ones.
But i was willing to translate.

I talk to the moon every night,
Imagining it was you,
And in my mind,
I could make you say anything,
But all i could hear was your silence,
So now I’m in love with the moon.

Maybe it was a coincidence,
Or was it destiny,
But it was June,
And the world felt empty,
It started with a kiss,
Then a sip of wine,
And our souls went skinny dipping in a summer’s night,
One confession after another,
Said “call me friend, but keep me closer”
Suddenly it was September,
What felt like a moment became a memory,
All’s left was accessory,
A sweet sweet burn of sun,
And old summer wind,
A summer fling.

You burned me and i have opened my windows for the smoke to disappear.