As I lay on my back
On the cool green grass,
We stared at the sky black
Weighing what to offer what it has.
They looked like splattered paint.
Like a fresh cut nail,
The new moon was dull too.
We joked about the current constellation,
And laughed our hearts out.
Thought of the aliens afar,
And laughed about them too
As I ceased, I started to notice,
Your crinkled nose as you rolled.
Finally decided that not stars or moon.
The best thing the night has to offer