If I could catch a thousand stars in my hand,
Even if it burned a thousand holes through my skin,
I'd do it,
Just so I could make you smile.
Just so I could see your eyes light up,
just so you'd stay for awhile.
I let you plant an entire garden,
Inside my mind,
That was filled with dead roses and dried up dirt,
Telling you . . .
You can plant a thousand seeds,
And water them a thousand times,
But nothing will grow. It won't work.
I was wrong, these flowers you planted are growing,
They have made themselves at home,
And in a thousand different colors,
They sit,
Inside my head.
Inside my thoughts,
And they Weave,
through the sheets in my bed.
I'm letting you become apart of me,
I'm letting you see me without a clear slab of glass,
And when I'm with you,
I'm slowly learning how to properly breath,
For you,
I am no longer just an exhibit to look at,
Your inside of my world now,
I only hope,
That the thought of that makes you proud.
