Sunday, March 11, 2018

I know these scars will bleed...


It's just another night
and I'm staring at the moon.
I saw a shooting star
and thought of you.

I sang a lullaby
by the waterside and knew,
if you were here,
I'd sing with you.

You're on the other side,
as the skyline splits in two,
I can see the stars -
I wonder, do you see them, too?