The window is open and from the sky a bright light sends an old memory of you, to me.
Layers of blankets lay scattered widely across your room, draping off your bed
Soft Yellow lights fall from the roof and shine a heavenly glow around your head
That night the moon captured two wounded strangers laying there
Whispering and laughing, allowing their secrets to be captured by the air.
Time faded away
I held onto the moon too tight
So as I sit, reflecting on the night
I notice how badly I miss those yellow lights
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
The window is open and from the sky a bright light sends an old memory of you, to me.
Layers of blankets lay scattered widely across your room, draping off your bed
Soft Yellow lights fall from the roof and shine a heavenly glow around your head
That night the moon captured two wounded strangers laying there
Whispering and laughing, allowing their secrets to be captured by the air.
Time faded away
I held onto the moon too tight
So as I sit, reflecting on the night
I notice how badly I miss those yellow lights
