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Sep 2014
BOTH:

I stay up late to watch the moon rise
As the sun sets, beyond my wiry eyes
Just squinting, until a soft shade of blue turns to black
Lacking the warmth of light as we drift off into this persistent night

HIM:

I inhaled as the beauty only continues to grow 
Much more vibrate, without the need to show
I peer over to a girl, lying on my chest
I feel a comfort like no other, but I seem to forget the rest

HER:
He breathes slowly, fallen from the stars which are glowing
Still the night echoes with the silence of moonlight
I can see his eyes, reflect the luminary object
In which we ponder as if we were imaginary addicts

HIM:

I don’t recall much of my life
Ive failed to remember ever since, that one night
So everyday, at least this is what they tell me
That I must hear a story about my life before it became cloudy

HER:

Without me knowing, he left one night to catch me a star
Actually he was coming home from just another bedtime at the bar
I woke up chilled, phone ringing off the hook 
Wondering where he is, and still I sometimes look

HIM:

She is very beautiful a beauty unlike any other
I try and try but nothing I can remember
Her name elusive to my rusty old brain
I wish I could ask her but I forget how to say

HER:

If he could speak, right now, he would tell me a story
About why the moon is so high and why the stars are so boring
He always knew how to make me laugh, even without words
If only he would have stayed instead of flying away like the birds

HIM:

I wonder how we met was it silhouettes and fallen leaves
Or an inebriated leap of faith as we stumbled into the trees
I hope it was grand, I wish I could know
Why she chose my chest to lay her soft little nose

HER:

I never stop thinking about how, he stole my broken heart
Then put it back together, to then tear apart
It wasn’t his fault, I know he knew what was right
But when the first leaf falls, it starts getting a little colder at night

BOTH:

So I lay here, listening to the essence of night itself
Wishing for no more pain for him or myself
The myriad of stars, isn’t quite what I had in mind
When looking at the universe I can’t help but feel blind
Kurt LaVacque
Written by
Kurt LaVacque  Austin
(Austin)   
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