when we’re enraptured in
unreality’s joy, fictional peace
the sky looks brighter than
it used to be
when i looked up at the sky
i forgot what was real
the soft pink of the moon
broke fiction’s appeal
i just want to stay here forever
under this pink sky and moon
pray to God they won’t change
and won’t leave me too soon
i would be fine if the world was a lie
but under this sky, i thought for a moment i’d try
to live in this moment of pinkish wonder
right until the sun flies down and under
periwinkle sky and
gleaming white moon
stay with me until
i can bear to leave you
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