sitting in a pile of hay,

in the humble barn where,

we were both born in destined to,

be together breathing the air.

the last time i saw you smiling,

you whispered in my ear,

promising me a small secret,

that you’d never leave here.

i nodded in deep agreement,

blinded by my naive love for you,

forever promising,

to stay so that it’d be only us.

the last time i saw you laughing,

you laughed at my demise,

as you left me to be alone,

giving up on any reprise.

sitting in a pile of hay,

in the humble barn where,

you left me with a broken heart,

and a broken promise.

but little did you know that in,

that night you promised me,

i made my own promise for me,

because i could already see.

so only when the stars we see,

cannot be stars, and our

mistakes cannot be seen from the

midnight sky, only then,

am i allowed to love you, only then,

am i going to be yours.