Acting all foolish and loosing our pride,
We seem not to care about the people who judge us,
All we do is laugh and take the midnight bus,
Pointing out starlight and questioning about love,
On our nights we wonder to the lights above.
For each time we are together, love starts running low,
We know for a fact that time is our greatest foe.
We still enjoy our company, holding each other's hands,
Despite the lack of emotions in our appearance.
But as we feared, the day has come for us both,
As all things always have to embrace to an ending.
Is this the end, the limit, and the breaking of the sacred oath?
And our hearts are too broken even by mending?
Still, you are the starlight I question about love.
Were you sent by the angels above?
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