As tall as the moon.
Looking down upon our tired eyes.
The seas of green and the oceans of blue.
I want you to ignore the fact, that all of this is just a dream.
When we walked through the field the flowers were endless.
Pale moonlight dances in your eyes.
The soft glow of the city lights let me down.
Come lay with me, in fields where cool winds blow.
We'll dance among the forbidden stars, flying high as a bird.
I drew you a universe under the stars, a thousand miles away.
Sitting on hills, smoke escaping our chapped lips.
In the cool morning, crisp, you smiled.

"I swear we spent most afternoons, somewhere in the act."

There's a light on in the room.
Dim in the corner.
I'm tired of all the "what's wrong."
All of these ideas come to me in fragments.
What woke you up?
Was it the horrid screams, the cracks of the whip?
When the heavy rain sweeps me from under my feet and brings me to a river, under a bridge.
In which i see you sitting upon rocks by the shore
Singing softly
Along with the birds
The nature will contrast off your skin
And you'll glow from within.
There was a river beyond the forest It was peaceful there
With the birds singing softly, delicately
And the river flowing so steadily.

Bleh.

Lets be sailors.
We'll sail out to the fartest corner of the sea.
Away from the world, from any other soul.
We'll get lost in the waters.
Hold on to me.
I'll hold on to you.

Sink into the moonlight
Unwanted
Pale moonlight dances in your eyes
The soft glow of the city lights
Let me down.
Crumpled rose petals on your former lovers bed

The soft palm trees sway in the distance
As we walk upon the sand
The cool ocean hid out memories

The window open
Cool wind blows through my hair
You fall through my hands

Undivided
slip through the cracks
The sun upon the horizon
Clouds scattered across the stainglass sky
This was what we were supposed to be.

Oh hello.

The lake, full of blood.
Walk alone.
The walls started to cave in.
The mirror, full of doubt.
Look out the window and gaze upon the morning fog that covers the prarie like a blankter.
The last thing we ever had was never there.
Like this fog, it had slowly started to disappear.
The gravel road, dasies on the side.
When you're awake.
Remember me.