You may want to skip the stones
And move on to the page
With the butterflies
But we spent time skipping over everything
We might as well keep flipping the pages.
YOU ARE READING
The stars of me and you under the song of the moon
PoetryThe stars of me and you under the song of the moon Are the bittersweet Of what our love is In the nature of the moonlight Of the stars mixed with daylight And starlight and dreams.
Skiping the stones
You may want to skip the stones
And move on to the page
With the butterflies
But we spent time skipping over everything
We might as well keep flipping the pages.
