You're walking hand in hand,
looking at the stars in the sky,
whispering empty promises
into each others eyes.
With brief hello's and long goodbyes
and wandering thoughts in the endless sighs.
You really don't know what you want,
but you pretend to have it all in control.
Each time you make the eternal promise,
you give away a piece of your soul.
And every time you look at the stars,
you feel guilty for the love you stole.
Stacy Young 2012