Here we are.
It is you and me
and I want it to be that way forever.
staring at the night sky
in a city neither of us have ever been to.
you talk about the stars like they are your friends.
Talk about the moon like it is your God.
You say that when you were living in London
you felt so empty,
because you could never see the night sky staring back at you,
because you never fell in love.
You tell me
"This place had everything I could want".
Do I wish I could lace my fingers in yours.
Press my lips to your face
and confess all of the thoughts I've had over the past year.
How I wish I could call you more than a best friend.
How I yearn for us to not reserve a hotel roon with seperate beds.
How I want to fall asleep to the sound of your breathing
I want to lose myself in your deep brown eyes.
I want to listen to the love songs you write
and I want you to,
"I wrote this for you"
But those are just wishes.
I tell them to the moon.