They say we fanthom our thoughts to constellations,
but in truth,
my thoughts are fanthom to storms.

They say we have flowers in us,
but honestly,
I only have weeds growing in me.

They say we picture death in darkness
but all in all,
I picture myself falling into absolutely nothing when it's all dark.

They say our inner demons eat us alive,
but has anyone ever thought,
that it is ourself who surrender to it.

They say we love writing poems for it is our unwritten thoughts,
but the truth is,
we are all just too afraid of the surreality that our thoughts may never be accepted if we speak of it aloud.

Throughout the constellations
that are brimming
with ador
Only one
star
reminds me of
*you

our solar system is one big giant mystery

many theories have been made up

but there will be no explanation for it

the sun is our brightest star

but in my eyes you're my brightest star

there are approximately 400 billion stars

and i show my love for you with each of them

i want to take you on a date

to the milky way

the second most beautiful thing i've ever seen

the color of a star can tell an observer a lot of things

if you're the star and i'm the observer

then you have told me a lot of beautiful things