Oct 05, 2007 02:31
If you stay, I’ll keep on playing,
Just one more chorus, no more tears.
My hands will find the sweetest chords they can,
My voice beside your ears.
You need not worry of the night’s approach,
The spreading spill of ink.
I made a bargain with the stars,
They’ll stay, and never blink.
In the morning we will have to part,
And go our separate ways.
Poor dreamers split by mismatched fates,
Two paths within one maze.
I’ll remember how you look tonight,
Each time I play this tune.
Your striking eyes, your auburn hair;
This summer passed too soon.