we've just been throwing rocks at the sun.
our handfuls of broken glass
curse the wind,
wondering where did we go,
where have we been?
we had our own place,
hidden behind the sunsets,
Now broken at the sunrises.
somewhere we were picked up and thrown
somewhere we fell and shattered.
don't let us die
don't let me go.
no matter how many times we meet
at our secret spot
in between the sun and night,
the sun will always tear us apart the next morning.
the stars and moon are our witnesses,
we are meant to be worlds apart.