The sun has blackenened,
and the orbs of light show theirselves.
Outside we wait for long moments, 
with only eachother and the presence of our mouths.

Whisper softly, I warn.
Don't scare away the time we have left.
Words wanting to speak out,
but too worried you would see my breath.

Slowly, a star reveals itself to us.
Take a picture, don't let it vanish.
The sky looks down and it sees two people.
The night. The greatest advantage. 

One look at me, and you would only see half.
A person that is not yet whole.
Notice the bright figures around you.
Only the dark can complete their soul.

Will my eyes say what's in my heart?
Stop asking, I mustn't tell the words I long to.
Stand next to me, my missing part.
Just remember, the Stars Look Better With You.