it's a terrible fate to be reminded
of the mistakes i've made
now the wind is blowing harsh again
and my bed sits empty,
you mean everything to me
I watch the rain and taste the wind
and buy sun-flowers
because when they cannot find the sun they face each other
flowers, huh?
yes.
there are billions upon billions of stars
yet here we are
it kills me, this season
it smells of decay and rain and not of you
and i want to hold your hand
kiss you in the midnight
in the moonlight
under the rain
it kills me, my stars
it may end up in the dead of winter
and me knocking at your door
shivering and holding
my heart in my two hands
there are billions and billions of stars
yet we are made of the same one
and with the setting sun I find only breathless night
your touch a memory.
(c) 2019
