In the end,
When we become nothing more
Than just memories
On the brink of oblivion
Promise me
We won’t just become
People of places and things

You are every piece
Of my broken heart
That I thought I’d never find
And every beautiful thing
I never dared to write about
It is if you drew your breath
From the heavens
And captured starlight
In your eyes
You are a velvet canvas
Of midnight blue
And a constellation
Of burning stars
And just like the moon
You are the beacon of light
In the darkness
That I used to call home