Sworn in secrecy,
a language that only we
could read, understand.

A promise we wrote
with our lips on our bodies;
The world would be ours.

We'd start at the stars
and work our way back inside
one sun at a time.

We'd lie other nights,
and we'd never get downstairs.
We'd make our own dreams,

and we'd fall asleep,
full of dreams and promises.
Gone when morning comes.