I look at the moon and think of you.

love is pain

Life is a present and as such
It can be given and taken,
Yet never owed.

love is an ocean
And i fear being fully submerged
i don't know if i can hold my breath for long enough
to see the beauties and the life it has to offer
but do i have really have to breathe when i'm lost underwater with you?

Tell me stories of the man
Who loved the moon so much
He bared his soul to her every night

Your eyes, much like magic, put me under your spell
They see to my soul. They puncture my shell
Truth's all they know. Their never deceiving
They give me the answers that I'm often seeking
And whisper the words that I need to be well

i lose myself
like a ship in a storm
but you're the lighthouse
bringing me home

s.s