Little Things

sneaking out

We tiptoe through the night
Like we don't see disturb the sun,
For what would it has to say
Of our two heartbeats on the run?
Only the sweet embrace of darkness
Can know our need to get away,
As it slips in and out if darkness
At the start of every day.
So we keep our voices to whispers,
Lest we rouse it from its sleep ,
As we share the kinds of secrets
That the daylight makes us keep.
And there's something in the stars
That has us hold onto our trust,
As though for just these midnight hours,
The whole world belongs to us.