Eyes as stars in my sky,
music in your oh so contagious laughter that makes my heart punch through my chest.
When I look at you I see a painting of a master, brush strokes that cannot match the wildness of your hair.
My heart belonged to you before you spoke a word;
and my soul called out, feeling as though this was the one.

In your sky, I am no star, but a street lamp, ordinary and forgettable.
Your music is another radio station, playing the hits of another life, where I am but brief static.
You look at me and see a blank page, plain, simple, painfully bare with no idea even needing me.
To you I am nothing, but a face in a sea of people.
My soul lied to me, greedy for love and comfort, it has left me broken over wanting you.
My heart cracks every time I see you and you look through me, a ghost of the present.