I want to hold your hand in silence.
Name ethereal suns that exist in the distance.
I wish I could bleed into your existence.
Quietly stay stowed away in your ethereal presence,
I would gladly marry into your darkness.
While everyone else is looking for your weakness
I will always read you as flawless.
As you try to hide the cracks beneath your armor.
Maybe they dream of vivid garden parties held in green meadows.
But I will gladly revolve around and under your colorful shadow.