Just another day, A new rotation of the moon and the sun, Another change of mind. Fickle hearts hurt the most, When a utopia is shown Through the steady gaze in a person's eyes With the intention to be stripped away From the wonders of what could be. You twist my worlds, And I'll twist your words To fit what it is I would like to have heard. I just want my love to be Felt, seen, and manifested. I held my heart to you, perfectly reconstructed and new. Oh, how I had waited on that moment, Where you would in turn, gift me yours. So, the world isn't perfect, and you already know. But the stars and night sky continue to glow, And I I feel okay.















