You are the song I haven’t written yet
Because it was inspired by the most beautiful thing in earth
And I don’t have the strength to put it into words

You are the story I have written on the insides of my arms
With a marker who’s ink is red
You are the story I want to read to my grandchildren before they go to bed

You are the moon who’s scars I want to see up close
And remind you that just because the sun is so bright
Doesn’t mean you deserve to choke

You are the shadow waiting for me beyond the smoke

You are my first love and my dying breath
You’re the painting I left unfinished
Because I barely even know you yet

But I hope you realize how beautiful you really are.