The Moonstruck Ages

storyteller : december 17, 2017

i often rely on those forever bright.
but it's all about the appearance you keep.
you're just as unhappy as me.
too many times, we've been trapped in our own bones.
we're all waiting for a call from home.
the only occurrence is disappointment.
there's an infinite amount of yearning for a better youth again.
what are we doing with our time besides wishing it down the drain?
everyone's favorite daydream is turning back the clock to fix their past mistakes.
that way, you can sleep easy during the day.
the numbers of years we live should be something we're proud of.
instead, we subtract them when we're old and add more when we're young.
what's the perfect age you always lie about being?
stars circling around my head when i remember my experiences.
we all have our histories.
locked away memories escape me.
it's impossible to forget certain evenings.
they're a part of my story, but that doesn't mean they should be.
october will always hold some of my favorite pieces of me.
cherry lips and candy kids, we were made for this.
come closer to me, i need to be loved uniquely.
tell me a story again so i forget to breathe.
all it takes is a single moment of your soul intertwined with mine.
suddenly, i'm completed.
your eyes always hover over me.
so thankful to have a savior like you.
perhaps i'm just stuck in my delusion.
we haven't been talking enough lately.
my heart is aching, i'm afraid of this connection breaking.
you're my sun, and i'm merely a planet.