She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.

with my silent ways,
i will love you.

i'll be whispering
your name in
my prayers;

i'll be talking  to
the moon about you;

and i'll be wishing
to every star tonight
for you.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

holding you
is like
embracing the
sun

i am the only one
that gets burned