your skin is a prison, your body a jail
your love, your touch will always prevail

whispers of "i love you"s and
the soft kisses on my hands

reminds me that when you're here i'm at home
but when you leave i am again, alone

the devil was beautiful
yet he always wanted more
until he destroyed himself

sometimes i could sit here for hours
wondering where i could find myself again
whether that would be in the clouds up high
or in the luminescent ｓｔａｒｓ that i devour

i wish i could see through you, to see the ｓｔａｒｓ
through rose coloured lenses, fogged by your intimacy
but these ｓｔａｒｓ are too hard to reach, beyond my hands
with each attempt, each reach i'm only left with burns and scars

i didn't think it would be hard, no one told me of
how hard, how hard it is to love.