I looked over at the moon,
Saw your reflection twinkling there.
A half empty glass
And the wind dancing in your hair.
Laid on my back,
Beside the graveyard.
A hand reaching out,
Though we could never run far.
The priest says you cast a spell.
Kept secrets you never dared share.
But, I could always figure them out,
Half the puzzle already came prepared.
Lipstick smudged on your head stone,
Flowers rotting on the ground.
The book of love ends awfully,
Thank God He’s not around.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
I looked over at the moon,
Saw your reflection twinkling there.
A half empty glass
And the wind dancing in your hair.
Laid on my back,
Beside the graveyard.
A hand reaching out,
Though we could never run far.
The priest says you cast a spell.
Kept secrets you never dared share.
But, I could always figure them out,
Half the puzzle already came prepared.
Lipstick smudged on your head stone,
Flowers rotting on the ground.
The book of love ends awfully,
Thank God He’s not around.
