Rooftop.

Rooftop,

You tell quite the story.

Laying upon you, beneath my stars.
I wish to beleive that every star hides a truth,
And every truth masks an unbearable lie.

And beyond that, there is this blanket of darkness
Coating the gentle unknown;
Into the midnight sky.

I feel your shingles loosen,
As my bare foot begins to slip.
I know my star will catch me.

Rooftop,
You tell quite the story.