Do you remember, the smiles we used to share?
With ringing bells singing our love,
nothing more than a couple of stars that form the
grand design.
See how the flame of my candle bows when
the moon draws in the tides.
It senses that the night, our home is beckoning
us like the sirens, drawing ever-closer to our doom.
Yet, like the flame, so too must the moon's
radience be extinguished.
And as the day rises onto the world, we too are as
the orbs in the sky, ripped apard.
Never shall we adorn the same sky.
