Its midnight
I finally turn out my bedroom light, the stars echo to me from the outside window
The moons glow illumnating against my skin
I look up and think how the sky is so sad a graveyard full of stars
it makes me think about you...
and I wonder if at 12 am you stare at the sky and think of me too
If this was a year ago I'd still be awake
wrapped in your arms wishing on dead stars, and my head fluttering with all the promises we'd make
"I'll love you forever "
"you'll always be mine"
"I'll never leave"
That was my favorite. My favorite lie.
I guess it wasn't meant to be
but I still wish at 12 am every night I wasn't flooded with your memory
