with us,
it was always night- the moon
hanging low in your eyes,
the stars on the back
of your hand,
craters on our skin
from all the times
we loved too hard.
we spoke the language
of bodies,
whispers getting lost in silence
NIGHT TIME
with us,
it was always night- the moon
hanging low in your eyes,
the stars on the back
of your hand,
craters on our skin
from all the times
we loved too hard.
we spoke the language
of bodies,
whispers getting lost in silence