There are higher rooftops behind the fire escape
if you would only take my hand.
The constant fear of losing sight of the stars
is apparent, yet the sun still welcomes your
cherry lipped, delicate, pale face.
The wind whispers in your ear,
secrets you haven’t thought about for years.
There are back roads and alley ways
if you still want to find a home,
but sometimes being alone is enough,
in your solitary complacency
may the moon shine as bright as your eyes.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
There are higher rooftops behind the fire escape
if you would only take my hand.
The constant fear of losing sight of the stars
is apparent, yet the sun still welcomes your
cherry lipped, delicate, pale face.
The wind whispers in your ear,
secrets you haven’t thought about for years.
There are back roads and alley ways
if you still want to find a home,
but sometimes being alone is enough,
in your solitary complacency
may the moon shine as bright as your eyes.
