Your words hung like
White Christmas lights
All along the walls of my bedroom
They got tangled in the sun
And faded away
On summer days
But they kept me up
Every night
In the winter

You wanted to hold the world in your hands
But the edges were sharp
And by the time we graduated high school
You were sick of bleeding

You wanted to hold my waist in your hands
But your hands were opened wounds
And I slipped right through them

You hung yourself
Like the white Christmas lights
That wrapped around your mother's
Front porch in December

You wanted to hold the world in your hands
But your hands were opened wounds
And it slipped right through them

It's the sweet smell of your hair
The sound of your voice
I would grow old with you
If I was given the choice

It's the touch of your hand
The look in your eyes
Hold hands on a blanket
And watch the stars in the sky

The smile on your face
Your comforting laugh
Woman I love all of you
I wouldn't settle for half

This is just one small part
Of all the things that I see
You've gone straight to my heart
The way I want it to be.

You were a dim light shining faintly in the dark;
I was a helpless moth drawn to your feeble glow.