We have to stop
This falling in love with dancing
Dancing with early morning stars
Habits that make our mothers nervous
Late hours understand lonely hearts I know
They also understand lost souls
Souls clothed in new forms of insanity
What shall the psychiatrist say
When we tell him the sun knows our faces
What pill shall he prescribe
When he learns we dance to moon and star music?
But do you know how handsome 4pm looks?
We spend noons dreaming
Dreaming only of each others voices
We spend evenings plotting
We lust only after clocks with extra hands
We dress our desires
Disguise them as nothing
Only to hungrily undress each others minds
We make a vow
We’ll only stop if we find why shooting stars think our beating hearts make a perfect metronome
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