vibrance crumbling earth when you move
this world was not made to contain you
the beacons you use to burn with rays through;
stop me short, causing quakings in self, strewn.

your soft sighs crack the foundation beneath us
your sweaty grip on my soul, makes stars splinter
the reason that I breathe through this pain and must,
is to view your splendor once again as time ripples
and all but you is rust.

trembling to keep sight with yours,
this is the hardest thing I've done.
blood is falling from me in pools
but I would die to face the sun.