So soft and so warm with her hand in mine,
The time has not been kind
So young and so wise with death in her eyes
The darkness burns her skin
White and smooth, her arms reach up
Touching the stars with every stretch
Gently my hand grazes the scars
Tracing, tracing, tracing
I feel the star, the heart, the lines and the words
Reeking of pain with every stroke
I hold her tightly
Her eyes shining brightly
Yearning for something more
Peering, peering, peering
Through every unwelcoming door

Touch the stars,
Burning amongst the black

I see the stories poured throughout every red, poison-filled drop

Touch the stars,
Offering life amongst the scars