Bleeding Stars
Dreams settle into shadows as we cling to each other – Our time is finite damp with absence, a wish thrown into sunset. How I want to see you, as you rise from mundane hours and find me, trapped in the satin of sky, holding starlight promises. We steal small eternities – the pieces of existence we can’t mold into words, the shape of regret. Love is only a memento plucked from our somber nights and pressed into memory. It haunts us in our dreams; it whispers through dark spaces. Eyes like pendulums, we’re dancing shadows, bleeding stars.