Tiptoeing into the night with you
cold fingers tangled and bluish lips curved
The moon is high above
the stars bright and twinkling
I have my own stars, deep within your dark eyes
and you have your own moon, you, your lips declared
It's silly the things we say, our thoughts,
but we agree
For just like the moon and the stars
we go well together
never one without the other.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Tiptoeing into the night with you
cold fingers tangled and bluish lips curved
The moon is high above
the stars bright and twinkling
I have my own stars, deep within your dark eyes
and you have your own moon, you, your lips declared
It's silly the things we say, our thoughts,
but we agree
For just like the moon and the stars
we go well together
never one without the other.
