The words still fill the pages when I don't know where to start,
There are droplets of your ink still flowing fiercely through my heart,
I tried to drain it out once but I didn't know the trick,
You still trickled through my system I was strung out and love sick.
I thought I would be prisoner to tears for my whole life,
But a laugh is to the rescue when I think of the best nights,
Before curiosity was piqued and mystery remained,
Checking all our satellites to see if we're in range.
If I can prove through cosmos this connection's meant to be,
Then I don't have to listen when I tell myself to leave,
But the moon is not my master she gives guidance through the stars,
And I never will quite get it staying deaf to my own heart.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
The words still fill the pages when I don't know where to start,
There are droplets of your ink still flowing fiercely through my heart,
I tried to drain it out once but I didn't know the trick,
You still trickled through my system I was strung out and love sick.
I thought I would be prisoner to tears for my whole life,
But a laugh is to the rescue when I think of the best nights,
Before curiosity was piqued and mystery remained,
Checking all our satellites to see if we're in range.
If I can prove through cosmos this connection's meant to be,
Then I don't have to listen when I tell myself to leave,
But the moon is not my master she gives guidance through the stars,
And I never will quite get it staying deaf to my own heart.
Drifting between feeling and fate
