August 16, 2015
The sky is so tragically stunning.
If I were to touch the sun before it falls,
I would burn myself .
I'm sorry,
I wont be able to make a ring
That will graze your delicate finger.
The sky is so tragically stunning.
If I were to steal a handful of stars,
I would hurt myself.
I'm sorry,
I wouldn't turn them into a necklace
That will lay on your heaving chest.
The sky is so tragically stunning.
If I were to steal the moon,
I would hurt myself.
I'm sorry,
I wouldn't turn it into a comb
That will trace your hair.
The sky is so tragically stunning,
We are the best of friends.
Our darkness and lightness coincide,
As I find myself confiding in it,
more than I ever did with anyone else,
just to make you happy.
The sky is so tragically stunning.
I become selfish,
As I hurt,
While I steal its treasures,
so that i can give you
everything that is true.
