i smile
for i know
that
atleast we stare up
at
the same moon

i am obsessed with the sky
mainly at night

i love to stargaze
as soon as the stars appear
until my eyes
can no longer handle being awake

i love long walks until my feet can no longer handle a single step

i love long conversations
until my vocal cords
can no long handle
another vibration

"I don't believe in magic,"
the young boy said,

and the old man smiled,
"You will, when you see her."

- a t t i cu s

the moon
is so pretty
i hope
she knows
i adore her

would be great
maybe not forever
but for a while

for i can feel their pain
for i can feel their joy
for i can feel how their life is

But I watch your eyes, as she
Walks by
What a sight for
Sore eyes
Brighter than a
Blue sky
She's got you
Mesmerized
While I die