Seated against the ivy

The sunsets reflecting red

Is this where I want to be?

Is that what I should’ve said?

There was a new moon this week

Do you think that carries any meaning?

Always looking up at the sky 

Can’t ever tell which way it’s leaning

Can you take the heart off your sleeve?

Tuck it back into your rib cage?

Could you kill the hopeless romantic?

My inks bleeding into the next page 

Don’t really know what I’m saying

Write my rumination into bars

Wanna see the night more clearly 

But city lights always drown the stars