stars
stood out in the rain.
let it soak me down,
before i called you:
i called you.
you did not see me there,
hidden by the dark,
beneath your window,
but i saw you.
when putting on a face for the mirror on the wall.
dreaming that the looking glass is you.
catching my fondest gazes;
living through my fickle phases.
i love you.
spend my time on 'phones,
tryin' just to talk,
but you didn't answer:
you let it ring.
spend my nights alone,
catching fallin' stars,
to give to you, love.
they're just for you.
stars fall every time a lover has to face the truth.
and far too many stars have fell on me.
and as they trail the skies,
and burn their paths upon my eyes,
i cry.
and it's getting easier, each day, to weep about you.
harder, every night, to sleep without you.
how many years must i be,
driven by this dream of love with you?