untitled

Staring at the sky in the middle of the night, asking myself "how" and "why" under the lamppost light, How does it feel to be treated right? Why is this pain really tight? What is this feeling? "It's love!" a feeling that's like you're floating from above, a feeling that you can fly freely, just like a dove, That's how it feels to be in love. I'm still here, staring at the moon. The wind's blowing, touching my skin and bones. keeps on hoping, hoping to see you soon, While here, I am waiting and staring at the moon alone.