Remember when we had the chance to sleep
Beneath that vivid blanket of ominous stars?
We could almost reach out and grab one to keep
Put it in our pocket; take it out in a time to cover up scars
I doubt I could ever forget that night
As we watched the sun and the moon playfully fight
You met me at a time where I was altered by scars
But you helped them heal with your words that I still keep
Close to my conscience and far from the stars
You met me when nightmares were the kings of my sleep
You replaced this anxiety with thoughts of your smile at night
It became apparent; for these things, for you, I had to fight
Do you remember that nefarious November morning, where had our first fight?
We bickered like children, revealing those past scars
I spent that evening digging for words to show my discontent—I lost hours of sleep
But every thought of you only reminded me of those stars
We gazed at, where we promised to keep
Those solemn secrets we whispered at night
You and I, we were on top—we scoffed at that empty fight
I swear, during those days, I thought I could touch those stars
They were closer than ever then; in person and in my sleep
For the first time in my life, I could hardly see my scars
Bliss waited for me everywhere I went, anything you said, I would keep
Repeating it in my head, over and over, just to hear your voice at night
Time flew by when we had fun, and neither of us could see our scars
But we could both see that dying flame, as much as we wanted to keep
It alive with false words of affection; I took you outside to see the stars
But there was nothing in the sky; nothing but alarming clouds that would not sleep
I realized then that the nemesis of love is time, we couldn’t fight
This daunting truth, you and I, so we severed those ties that night
But time has not been considerate enough to let me sleep
Without seeing flashes of your face with images of stars
I’m involuntarily hanging by a thread; and I can’t help but keep
Your voice on repeat—I guess the healing of these scars
Comes at a price: the loss of you; and I want you to know that the night
Sky will never be the same since I fell for you; I always fight
Back the tears of nostalgia whenever I lose sleep gazing at stars
But in hindsight, I would much rather keep my scars
And suffer at night with you than deteriorate alone, with no will to fight |
Submission Name: Memores Acti
