We were both selfishly beautiful in our own way.
Wanting to steal the heavens no matter who we betray.

The nights we would meet always went down in vain.

Some evenings she would paint the skies with her decorated lies
but I would strike with lightning and drown it out in rain.

Then other times, when she’s closing the curtains to people’s days
by letting the colors of her eyes vibrantly display

I will come kiss her in the sky
and we become the gods that paint the atmosphere alive.