The stars are where I renew my faith, when the clouds let me see them.
Love in the stars, the constellations connecting in eerie ways, telling stories that I've long since forgotten I've heard.
Love in the way you once kissed me, but we were clouded over; our story one that people will forget was ever spoken.
But the stars stay, even under the clouds, and my love will stay, but someday my story will be spun with someone else's name.
And we will become a forgotten constellation, a once was, never to be again.
This kinda *****, but oh well.
