he loves her she loves him he says he doesn't love her she says she doesn't love him he tells the truth she speaks a lie yet every cold evening, she cant help but cry. _____________________________________________ stars are a magical thing shining bright, up in the sky. they hold each other high. refusing to let one another die. _____________________________________________ why can't that be them? holding each other up, refusing to let go, of one another's light. she holds her heart close, refusing to let it get hurt, not again, not again. and the ones she lets in, can see her struggle. can see how she looks at him, like he's the sun to her moon. they can see she tries to be strong. they can see she tries to lie her way through. because to push it aside, is easier than to face it. the heartbreak, the pain. what is there from it all, to gain? in some ways, she is smarter than me. she holds her head high, and her heart dear. whereas I love loosely. unaware. she stargazes, sometimes. she used to watch them, with him. they'd sit, or stand, and just watch the stars. watching the lights that never went out, holding on, to these memories, these feelings. but now she sits alone, on the cold empty road. looking up at the sky, tears in her eyes, trying not to cry. doesn't she know that he watches them too? that he stands there, all alone, gazing at the stars they called their own. in a way, they're both stars. holding each other strong. holding one another high. the only question is: when will they finally open their eyes? but for now, the two of them separate but the same, will continue, to stargaze.
someone I love a lot has been a little blind lately. her and her star. *sigh* eventually they'll both realize that they still love each other and they can stop trying to lie to us all. but that's eventually.
