you are the boy that makes me feel like i own all the stars
you make me feel like i am one myself
sometimes i find myself thinking about you at times i should not be

sometimes i let my eyes wander straight into the sun
do you ever look at the moon and think of me?

you are a galaxy in yourself
the symphony of bright eyes and nose crinkles
protruding collar bones and chapped lips

you are everything
and i am just a star in your world
i wish i could be more

I was always told that time would heal all wounds. It'd be okay, I'd be okay... It'd all get better with time. Often times it felt as if my "clock" had stopped or had some form of arthritis and I'd be stuck in this constant state of being miserable. I realized that time doesn't in fact heal all wounds but I'm okay with that. Time may not be able to cure all, it just comes down to how we use our time. Will you use it to find the good in the bad or will you let time pass you by?

Me?
I reached for a star
and came back with the moon.

You saw sunshine in me when I saw complete darkness