i see people use words like their weaving
and it makes me think about leaving

because i know nothing about the tide at night
or a star light and star bright

i have never been able to crate beautiful
all i have figured out is truthful

and maybe that’s enough before i figure the rest
words don’t always have to be beautiful i guess

i can’t ever think
i wish my mind were better
i wish not to wish

i wish you were here
but do i want your sadness?
i will never know

in my mind i am still in your arms
sunlight long gone
and the full moon beaming in the night sky
i am laying in your sheets
talking until i go to sleep
with you right by my side
your sleeves are soiled with my tears
and you tell me to have no fear
because you will always be here

it is a new moon now
i figure that you are aware
but in my mind, you will always be there

no matter the cause
of your tears

whatever the hurt
which bruises your heart

for any terror
that haunts you

it is a grief to me
that you should suffer so