breathless realization.

and you're the lunar eclipse i burn midnight oil for

because your light sears my fingertips and my lips

with promises of love, lust, beautiful lies

you whisper seductive dreams into my heart

and press butterfly kisses on every broken wall.

can i trust you?

[  s t e a l   m y   h e a r t   a w a y  ]

you show me visions of long summer days

where you hold me and waltz to the singing winds

songs of sorrow, songs of love, songs of tomorrow

and of what could have been if you-

if you hadn't been tempted to kiss her too-

and yet,

i still love you

i forgive you

[ b  r  o  k  e  n]

but what is love to a moon who only hides in shadow

and eclipses from my reaching fingertips

do you love me?