The sky is about to make you a liar
because
to the moon and back
is utterly impossible.
I still believe you
even if the universe never did.
And danger was closer and closer with each passing moon
but anyway
we turned to stargazing.
But even the stars fall from the sky
and no dream of mine could make you love me;
Or you for that matter
but I do
I love you.
You look good in blue,
it imitates my eyes
which mirrors my heart
that is yours
forevermore.
I weaved something beautiful for us both
but life is not a loom.
Its a series of complex embroideries
and our patterns never
matched.
At least you're honest,
that's something I've never been much good at.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
The sky is about to make you a liar
because
to the moon and back
is utterly impossible.
I still believe you
even if the universe never did.
And danger was closer and closer with each passing moon
but anyway
we turned to stargazing.
But even the stars fall from the sky
and no dream of mine could make you love me;
Or you for that matter
but I do
I love you.
You look good in blue,
it imitates my eyes
which mirrors my heart
that is yours
forevermore.
I weaved something beautiful for us both
but life is not a loom.
Its a series of complex embroideries
and our patterns never
matched.
At least you're honest,
that's something I've never been much good at.
