when you meet me i will tell you that the moonlight on your face reminds me of magic and that the dandelion i put in your hair brings out the gold in your eyes i will also tell you that when i see your pain part of it becomes mine and that i will always share the burden on your shoulders if you let me
the night remains mine for in the dark i am free the daylight taken used up by expectations of flawless human beings and perfections, but at night i thrive, i breathe, i live for the night remains mine