"We're running out of moonlight," she said
Slowly pulling her hand away.
"So let's stop," I begged,
Trying to reach for her in the dark,
But she was already miles afar.
Too late, I murmured under my breath,
My hands left cold,
This isn't a love story,
But a story about love.
Deep blue ocean eyes,
I dived headfirst,
Left all your warnings unheard,
What is it to be in love, if not bold?
I was happy, until I saw how sadness felt,
Are they the same?
I'm living the fantasy about which people daydream,
Loneliness is underrated, they tell me.
Sunlight meets the dark,
You shine, I shine.
Summer is here, but never to stay.
I bask in your warmth, but still, I shiver.
I was merely a stepping stone,
But you shook me to my very core.
Autumn falls around me,
Wondering how I lost something I never owned.
They called it love, I called their bluff.
How did I never call my own?
Never my girlfriend,
Now someone's wife.
Life, she called it.
