Staring At The Stars
We wait for the sun, to fall into it’s slumber.
Under the stars, we’re staring at them.
They’re beautiful, an empire of legacies.
I never give up a chance to glaze, a maze of thoughts, some whiskey for the time, not the taste.
I haven’t been this loose, in a long time.
All around the room, the soundtrack to my mood is playing.
All I can see, is your glow, along with distorted faces.
I take my paces, and meet you in a place where no one knows our name.
At this moment, I want to cry.
What a sight, in front of my very eyes.
Her voice, the sound of strength, and a look that can love you, and leave you, if you’re not careful.
This is no longer mental, the tempo in my chest, it’s moves for you.
Each blink, I skip a heartbeat.
I was a man without a purpose, counting his curses, not his blessings.
I’m guessing that God is real, because he never let’s me enjoy the grapes while they’re sweet.
Now, you’re complete; even if you’re missing a quarter of your smile, which is where we meet.
As you hold my hand, my skin starts to warm up.
As you hold my heart, the sky starts to clear up.
As you say my name, the stars disappear, and it’s clear, that I can’t stop staring at you.
I love you.