A meal for two under the moonlight.
I lie here.
And you gasp to tell the morning to rain and not wake me
HOw, when nothing could be so sad than a sobbing morning
I could only wake up and hope…
that it stops and you be the one
to rain for me.
Would you wait for me,
and rain for me?
Just the way you tell
your candid little story
under…
burgers and skies
when you take off just a little
of your cover and spill,
under
moonlight and fries
Those crazy heavy eyes
were mine more than once
for that was how I knew that
my wind-blown driftings
have only been drifting towards you…
while we talk in a slow pace,
eat,
everything in a slow pace
Now I lie here and you gasp to tell the morning not to
wake me
No more burgers, no more skies
no more moonlight
no more fries.
Just a sobbing morning.
-bejay
