I wanted to buy you moonlight
and dying stars
That forever fall from the sky
like a drop of rain
Hitting you coldly on the head
Dripping down your scalp
Until it's a tear
Sliding, sliding
Down your cheek
Reflecting a moonbeam
Into the darkened corner of my heart
I wanted to give you lost guitar cords
and fading voices
Of the ghosts under your bed
Swirling around you
While you sleep next to no one
A dream climbing up your spine
Chills running, sprawling
Through your shoulders, arms
To your callous fingertips
Words about our yesterdays
Spilling onto your pillow
I wanted to take the bouquet of lilacs
you tied together with a string
Made of memories and laughter
Dying slowly in a chipped vase
On the kitchen table
As the ceiling grows lower
Pushing on my mind
I am forced to the ground
Trapped with the smell of death
While the string comes undone
And memories float away
With each heartbeat past and gone
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