The stars in my eyes are shooting,
Arrows of love to pierce mans chest
Reaching beyond protection vests
It’s a war of ages,
Over treasure concealed in rib cages,
Between love and hate
Memories we wish we could create

What if I told you that throwing was reverse catching
Would you throw golden eggs against the walls and hope that it was love that was hatching
What if I told you that I drink dry water every morning hoping it would quench the thirst that love has etched to my throat…
Or that oxygen suffocates me…
That I seem to be ascending to heaven… in a sinking boat…

Would any of it make sense to you?
Would it make the love i want you to have for me true…?