there is stardust in our veins
and an aching to go home
but, we don't know where that is
so we search in ourselves and when we fail
we search in others
and we tear them apart to find
ourselves, our homes
we pull out every stitch and search inside
for safety, for something
because we don't know who we are
or where we belong
and sometimes we think
that kind of refuge, must be
somewhere outside of us
in someone else, and we won't ever stop
looking, or breaking
every heart, without even knowing
because when we don't find what we want
two empty souls remain
and neither realises
the answer was always
within themselves