tonight you’ll
tell me you
love me,and I won’t
listenbecause I’ll
be too busy
sifting through
the night,tasting the
phosphorescence
of drifting hope
that flickeredquicker
than you were
able to turn might
into constellations
tonight you’ll
tell me you
love me,and I won’t
listenbecause I’ll
be too busy
sifting through
the night,tasting the
phosphorescence
of drifting hope
that flickeredquicker
than you were
able to turn might
into constellations