• Love is like the moon, waxing and waneing.
    Or is it like the stars?
    Bright during the night and fading as the sun rises.
    And there is another, Is love like the sun?
    Lighting up our days and leaving us at night.
    All I know is if any of these are true then this is to;
    I see no day,
    I see no night,
    Both are litered with stars,
    Forever bright,
    But latly I've changed, A dark empty sky
    No sun, No moon, No stars as well,
    I cling to the light and won't let go,
    Despite the pain I relish the feeling,
    When I see him, think of him, anything.... it's him
    and thats what scares me.....