Lips in the Moon

How often have i been carried away by the catch of the day, or have caught too many feelings to tell which ones are true, and how often forgotten is the night i spent with you

The crowded room was too unclear
So i said "let's get out of here"
To culminate and ruminate obliquely, on what had transpired so sweetly

The value of a human being
Is to put themselves in others and the things that they are seeing
In this way, I haven't let you down

Why is it that spring is the loneliest season, despite all the reasons that bring the days together, excluding those that helped us meet, and how discrete was the sky that was made known

The balance between real and dream
The microcosm that i gleaned
I followed, waited, so subdued, to my elation you did too

Eyes like the moon, touched like the grass
Recounted all the first times, while just trying to make it last
Smiled at all the progress that we found

Clock turned its time, as if to say
"the sun won't really rise again, for another couple days"
I am in a daze of you and full of sound

In such tableaus, it may seem
A work of art to be eighteen
When even crushes are saturnine, and i doubt we'll meet again