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