Your eyes
Are the most gorgeous shade
Of home,

Complemented perfectly
By
A smile the colour of love.

Hold my hand, Love,
And run away with me.

We'll run and run
Until we've run out of time itself.

I want to kiss you
Under a streetlamp at midnight
And suffocate in
Your molten breath.

I could fill
All the space between the stars
With the things I don't know
About you,
And I think that's pretty poetic
On it's own.

After all,
Isn't your mind like a galaxy full
Of exploding stars and
Undiscovered worlds?

A galaxy waiting
For somebody daring enough
To explore your beautiful
Endlessness.

Sometimes I take my pen
and hold it to the sky.

I like to pretend that
I can write poems on the atmosphere
And draw shapes in the clouds.

I guess that's just my way of
trying to change the world.

I tore myself open
so that you cloud see how broken I was,
And instead of running away;
You stayed.
You stayed and you healed my heart
with parts of yours.

I cup my hands when you speak
so that I might collect your words
and use them as a beautiful ink.