[And then, scrawled across a brand new pack of aquamarine post-its]
Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair The weight of your bones I want to witness the beauty of your repair The shape you’ve grown For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky You’re made of memories you bury or live by
So if you’re out there in the cold I’ll cover you in moonlight If you’re a stranger to your soul I’ll bring you to your birthright I want the storm inside you awoken now I want your warm bright eyes To never look away Don’t you ever look away
no subject
Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair
The weight of your bones
I want to witness the beauty of your repair
The shape you’ve grown
For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky
You’re made of memories you bury or live by
So if you’re out there in the cold
I’ll cover you in moonlight
If you’re a stranger to your soul
I’ll bring you to your birthright
I want the storm inside you awoken now
I want your warm bright eyes
To never look away
Don’t you ever look away