a lent moon at five in the morning falls short at your beauty. i rode the passenger seat of a friend's car staring at it for hours. following it like a wolf when it's close to midnight, aching to howl. i had followed it since it was still just a simple, but beautiful, full moon. until it looked like the sun at sunrise, still in the dark. just the moon to guide us. we passed by trees at night that followed our shadows beneath the blue sky, leaving its silhouettes behind. my shirt smelled of sour apple and rum. and the car was filled with an ocean breeze and shoes full of sand. i looked at the moon the whole time, never even looking at my friend. i couldn't bare to look at something that wasn't the moon. in a way, i felt like i was looking at you. i really wish i was the moon. i'd keep me closer to you if i was. you'd find me beautiful if i was. you'd love me if i was.
Sufjan Stevens- A Loverless Bed
such a shame that i can't get over this
put the axle on and roll again
such a Saturn eye will close again
watching every ring turning again
and i close my eyes
to everything you've rearranged
and i close my mind
to everything you've kept the same
put the axle on and roll again
cannot keep you in my bed again
wake up every time, leave your space again
when the hairline breaks and lends you in
to the woman you've turned red again
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