Full moon

I am floating on broken hearts
Growing on forgotten pasts.
If I could fly in an ocean
Leave my mind wide open -
But I cannot be a reflection of you
If I did, I would go under too.
How many times must I forget
The exact moment our souls met?
I am nothing without your silent affection.

The moon is round again
Tempting us to pretend
That our bubble will never burst
And that every wrong can be reversed.
But that is not how life works
Old words will always hurt.
We run away to sleep on clouds
Refusing to cover up in shrouds.
A divine reaction of our deep connection.