Some Old Guy's
Writings
Lunacrima
The heavens again hold the sight in my eyes
Directing my gaze
Pointing at where to look
While the moon tugs away at the webs in my mind
To show up in my face
And be read like a book
It matters not much that the clouds should be out
As if there was a lamp
You should see it so clear
When I look at the sky from my eyes they stream down
My cheeks feeling damp
With the path of my tears
'Cause I've come to accept the moon's glow from afar
I once thought was the sign
Like I thought you were, too
The one with the deepest desire in his heart
Was just me all along
No such yearning from you