The stars line my corridor
But I wave them off into oblivion
Like your name writhing on my tongue
They are made to be forgotten.
We were but are no longer
Fingers laced, the past erased.
The moon cries out at its own rebirth
My eyes refuse to see your worth.
So come let us weep and part
You can learn to mend your twice-broken heart.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
The stars line my corridor
But I wave them off into oblivion
Like your name writhing on my tongue
They are made to be forgotten.
We were but are no longer
Fingers laced, the past erased.
The moon cries out at its own rebirth
My eyes refuse to see your worth.
So come let us weep and part
You can learn to mend your twice-broken heart.
