everything would be easier
black and white
somethings stay in the dark
when we prefer the light.
unspoken mysteries remain silent
hiding behind the cries
of the ones who no longer roam.
we hear sighs
of the disappointed ones
who have given up
you see, they do not understand
that without any grey,
no life would exist.
so dig around in the various
shades of grey
to find
where you're at
who you are
and what you want to become.

i dreamt you could love me again,
that you had a big studio apartment in the city
and you bought her lots of gifts,
made her go thrifting with you
to buy strange clothes,
but she knew you loved someone else,
she knew you missed me
and that you would always be mine,
and although i woke up
and not a bit of it was true
(because i know you love her
and that you don’t think about me)
it was still nice to live in a world
where your heart had not
forgotten my name.

no matter where either of us are,
we will always be connected
though the same moon and stars.

the moon splits into two,
one half for me,
and the other half for you.