I fell silently
As darkness falls
Not to my slumber
But to someone on my left
Night becomes starry
As I’m staring
To your eyes
Avoiding my every glance
Black spits out a meaning
Will this night get deeper?
Perhaps this night will get dimmer
Than my pale feelings
I’ve lost track of stars
Does it sound raining?
Or does it sound hopelessness
Of seeing you the second time around?
I won’t wish upon a star
‘Cause this will keep me on just hoping
But I can be your star
To light this shaky, empty sky
A shot in the field
Has taught me so much
An arrow in the sleeve
Waiting that 20 be shot through 12.
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