The morning will come soon,
do you hear the gossip of the stars?
They say the sun is angry,
the moon stole another,
and he weeps for his lover.
Morning will come soon,
I stay with the moon
but I wish you the best of luck.

Could we call it love?
We had never even met
It could never be

I've spent the past 5 years learning new ways to call your name. Like maybe if I hit the right note, you'll finally hear the desperate in my voice. Like maybe if I keep remembering you, you'll stop forgetting me.

Memories of you
Cannot fill these empty arms
Pride can't keep me warm

my flow of emotions
are far more valuable
than your temptations.

i heard
you're in pain.
come to me.
i'll wash your
sorrows and
cleanse your
realms of pain
with the scent
of home.