You were my favorite story to tell,
and now I stay silent.
I would see every star in the sky when I thought of you,
now I can only focus on the dark side of the moon.
I know that isolation, when only one side shines.
You took the glimmer from my eyes.
Now they're the water in the ocean the moonlight won't hit.
Deeper than you can imagine, but you'll never see in.
Oh, to know what is hiding under the surface.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
You were my favorite story to tell,
and now I stay silent.
I would see every star in the sky when I thought of you,
now I can only focus on the dark side of the moon.
I know that isolation, when only one side shines.
You took the glimmer from my eyes.
Now they're the water in the ocean the moonlight won't hit.
Deeper than you can imagine, but you'll never see in.
Oh, to know what is hiding under the surface.
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