so there you are

im looking at the moon

probably you too

and we staring at the same thing

knowing that we not gonna be in long distance anymore

must be nice imagining you wrap your arms behind me

and just waiting till sun is up and our time gonna be coming soon

if we spoke more

i think i had write about you less

but part of me still wanting me to desribe about you

because part of me prefers writing that part's easy to confess

because all thing in writing do tend to solemnly swear

are my feelings still felt if they are not so easy to share?

i tried to speak while looking at you

but my eyes bore a hole into the ground

i cant

so my eyes prefer to be blind while i wrote about you

than you buried me with those eyes