Stars 4 (pt. 2)

Our love was beautiful music.

We used to play guitar.

I broke yours once in a fight.

Your sun would no longer shine bright.

From then on there were only lines

About you. You were an off egg.

I was bacon being cook in the sun.

You were the beginning.

I had only just begun.

But do away with the metaphors!

This is how it goes;

We're all by our river, the reservoir a shadow 

Of what we know.