You're a real comet boy
aren't you
everyone wants to call you a
shooting star
but you know you're just a
falling rock
glittery and pretty boy
all bright and cheery
we all want to know if you light up
the dark
eyelashes cluttered
with star dust
do you wear a crown
of broken moonstones?
cracked and gorgeous
your beauty is your pain
oh,
so sad yet so pretty
comet boy
we all want to heal you
won't you let us heal you?