sunshine under your ribs

headphones and comets

We soar through the skies,

High on symphonies and lyrics,

We lay on the top of your car,

Facing the constellations shining so bright,

I feel them in my soul,

Headphones and comets,

Who knew flaming rocks could look so pretty?

I lean back, look into your eyes as I make a wish,

I see stars reflected in your irises,

Then your gaze meets mine,

And I see entire galaxies in your eyes,

And I am torn between watching you

And watching the sky.