If I could fly back
months in time
I would have kissed you
and made you mine

Not even starlight
on our bare skin
can make anything
new begin

It's all tied up
in strings of the past
that won't unravel
in the dewy grass

Like a moth
I flit and hover
hoping to catch
your heart uncovered

If you were evil
if I was bold
maybe the night
wouldn't be so cold