tired eyes and rooftops under the moon
the smile on your lips from where flowers bloom
laying by the sunrise as she melts in the water
tapping your hands to the beat of
living forever
though everything has beauty, not everyone can see
like gasping for air yet no one hears when you scream
we sat on your rooftop at five in the morning
i watched you sing the lonely song of beauty
for their lips stay closed when the nighttime lingers
their silhouettes dancing under the river
her lips stay closed in the midst of him smiling
and they only open when what they have to say
is more beautiful than the silence
-de la luna
