Gardening Girl/ Astronaut Boy

Gardening Girl/ Astronaut Boy
by me(whatever)
to this song: Merry Merry

If we could spill the contents of our watering can,
on the flowers blooming on the moon
Would they grow large enough to cover the world?
Would I see you again?

If we could blacken our hands in dirt,
planting the fruit trees who spread their roots through the stars
Would the galaxy be held together by our wishes?
Would I see you again?

If I could, say, transcend time,
returning to the seeds of our small smiles
Would our garden extend to banish all the evil in the world?
Would I see you again?

If we could gently fertilize,
the grasses clinging to lonely asteroids
Would we be able to live on them one day?
Would I see you again?

If we could both remove,
the weeds stubbornly born on the sun
Would it shine as bright as my feelings for you?
Would I see you again?

If I could've only said it,
before the storms carried away your smile
Would you return from space?
Would I see you again?

If we could spill the contents of our watering can,
on the flowers blooming on the moon
Would they grow large enough to cover these tears?
Would I see you again?

Would you still be alive?
"I love you."

Used Up

Used up
by me(whatever)

I don't have anything to say.
all my words were used up.
At the end of yesterday.

Fighting against sleepiness,
rushing to and fro.
every single day,
trying as hard as I can.

So why, why?

Oh tell me.
I feel like I'm dying.

forgetting,
every day a little more.

forgetting
magic

Spring Separation

Spring Separation
by me(whatever)

The mist catching the moonlight knocks me off guard.
From far away, a single memory
Where are you?
It's been years since we said goodbye.
"See you again." ?

Was it me or you who left first,
each distancing ourselves?
Covering our emotions,
afraid of the sad truth.

I peer through the foggy night,
searching for a sign of you.
making my eyes water.

I can remember when I first met you,
we were friends without even knowing
how similar our pains were.

In a sky this vast,
I could almost imagine it could meet you.
Somewhere across a distance devoid of vision,
I'm calling out.

"A spring of water;
a spring of hope.
a spring of flowers;
a spring of love."

But the seasons keep on changing.

And every year,
I'm just watching the blossoms.