the sequins that danced so prettily around his waist made up for the lack of stars in the light polluted sky i feel like sometimes it’s better to be trapped in the dark if it means that all the light in the world resides in his eyes i never want to think of what could happen if that light went out i don’t know if i’d be able to keep safe and sound everything in life is tiring enough as it is even with those reflective hues of gold but beneath those bright irises lies sad blues of stories untold won’t you stick around a little while longer?