It’s night
Lying in bed
Once it was a wonderful thing,
Now I just look at the ceiling
Where the stars and the moon are
They shine
And they make my memories shine too
All of the good times
Come flooding my brain
However
I’m lying in the same bed
Where I cried
And cried
For those exact memories
To come back
Only to find emptiness
Suffering
The stars and the moon
The ones he gave me
Are now just a constant reminder
Of what a time of my life was
Should I take them out?
Remove them from my ceiling
So the memories stop?
But the problem is
One of the things I love the most
It’s a starry sky with a beautiful moon
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC
It’s night
Lying in bed
Once it was a wonderful thing,
Now I just look at the ceiling
Where the stars and the moon are
They shine
And they make my memories shine too
All of the good times
Come flooding my brain
However
I’m lying in the same bed
Where I cried
And cried
For those exact memories
To come back
Only to find emptiness
Suffering
The stars and the moon
The ones he gave me
Are now just a constant reminder
Of what a time of my life was
Should I take them out?
Remove them from my ceiling
So the memories stop?
But the problem is
One of the things I love the most
It’s a starry sky with a beautiful moon