Your eyes are the moon. They are dark and hide many secrets. They leave and sometimes come back, and sometimes they'd rather just find a place somewhere else.
Your eyes are the moon, hopeful, but n no promises.
Some nights you are blue, sad.
Sometimes you shy away and hide behind the sun.
Sometimes you step in front of the sun and block the light.
Your eyes are the moon, a sad mystery that I once tried so hard to figure out. Once I believed I was right, your eyes closed and the moon hid.
Your eyes are the moon and they shut down the city lights. They turn off the tv and send the kids to bed. They turn on the street lamps and car's headlights. They are darkness, bringing tears and loneliness.
My 2 am thoughts accompanied by your eyes, darkening the sky with little remorse. Your eyes blinking in the eyes, coming and going, but never staying.
My 2 am thoughts accompanied by the sadness of an empty sky, no one knows where you hide.
My 2 am thoughts, stars floating in time.
My 2 am thoughts, stars nothing next to your eyes.
My 2 am thoughts, stars and the moon.
Your eyes are the moon.
They scare me. They hold so many unsaid words and hidden wounds. Battle scars beneath an empty stare.
Your eyes are the moon, and some days I dream of what it would be like if the moon stayed out all day.
But in truth, it doesn't matter if you're there or not. Eyes open or closed, I always see the same darkness.
