Bright Red
By moondaisy •
There you'll be,
In front of me
Again
Tonight
And maybe of I'm lucky
More than twice.
But what is the point in
Really caring?
Because
No matter what,
Darkness always finds,
It's way.
Then again
It's you
That brings out the stars.
Little wishers
Millions and millions
of hopes
and poured out dreams,
And broken hearts not mended.
If I could
Lead a double life,
I'd take a chance,
And confirm,
That the stars are only decorations.