You are like a dream, but you are reality, even though my memory of you is fading, slowly turning you in a dream.

Your hair is as black as the night, and I want to pull it like the grass of the meadows. I swam through the seven seas, but I will always drown in your eyes. But I must not be afraid. For your eyes also hold the stars, guiding me through the dark. Your skin so pale, it reminds me of the moon. Your lips so soft, but please graze my skin with them, make me feel a small death, so I know how it feels like when I really have to go one day.
Hold me, hug me, so that the pieces of me find back together. And then fill the dainty flaws with the gold of your love

When I see shooting stars or when the clock strikes 11:11, I wish for you, and only you. Because I can change the problems of the world with my own hands, but when it comes to my own problems, I need divine help.