Each move you make marks itself on my insides,
Your love is a ten, mine is a hundred and as I think of a forever, you fill your head with a few treasured moments,
Ones that barely make it through the night,
Making it hard for me to explore the universe in your eyes and as I fall deeper,
As I fall harder, you find balance in the street lights,
Closing up each hole designed for your fall, and as I grab onto you, as I hold onto you,
Your body fills itself with thorns, making it harder for me to believe in us,
A finish line, yet my love for you deepens, as you hang the moon, while I hang the galaxy.
