drowsy wyvern
I was once the moon like you,
Now I feel warm, is there something special to do?
Something special, to feel like the sun,
Is there something special I should do…? For you to be the one?
I used to bottle it too,
People are scary! I get you!
But there needs to be a person who can let it drip,
A person that breaks the bottle, a person that makes the fabric rip.
But there never is anyone,
No one to be the sun,
They leave you on your own,
To play this game called love, unknown…
It was hard for me, yes,
There are still feelings I suppress,
Feelings I bottle, even though I’m the sun.
I never got a person, thats why you need one…
I wish… I wish I could be that person,
The one that could turn you… into the sun…
But I’d still be happy… happy if you had someone different,
Someone that could slow things down, like a depressant
I would be thrilled if it was me,
I would be thrilled if we were meant to be,
But if someone makes you smile,
It will sooth me, it will do so for a while
I was once the moon,
Now I’m the sun shining at noon,
When will you say… “I was once the moon too.”
And we can both be the sun, me and you
- Riaan Parmar
grave zodiac