sometimes i think the gods
fashioned you in their image,
an immaculate conception of light
and stars and sounds
you were made of fairy dust it seems.
legends written in your skin,
your face is ethereal,
and
truly you deserve
more than me.
i love when you hold me and tell me about
all your dreams and aspirations,
but if i'm being honest it kinda scares me.
you've got goals reaching the sky, touching the sun.
you've got an untamed fire in your heart
and i see it in your hungry eyes
you were always destined
for more than this
and i don't wanna hold you back
from your dreams.
so ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
i'm afraid history
is all we'll ever be.
