Breakup

The stars are blinking, ever winking, thinking of that one goodbye.
He came to me out of the blue, i loved him too, out of the gray blue sky.

Lifting laughter, from the rafters, all tucked in the yellow hay.
The floating dust, a ring of trust, caressed in the sunset of the day.

And in the evening when we kissed, quietly, silently in the mist,
the vile dark mist, i might have missed, the lack of luster in his kiss.

And in the grass as we reclined, neither to speak of the feeling implied.
The dying tide, a warning sign, the dawn now seemed so far behind

Lying there among the dew, i asked his eyes, if love was true.
I waited in the pools of blue, waiting, watching for a clue.

Those seeking eyes began to rise, i followed them up to the skies.
Then i knew, and then it grew, that boys like him, don't compromise.