I fell in love with a girl as soft as cotton candy,
But she would never dissolve under lips.
She knows it--that I'm in love with her.
Every day I want to tell her,
Darling, you're even more devastating
Then that day we met in sixth grade.
Her hands are my favorite.
They are honest in ways hands should not be.
If I reach out, she will reach back.
When I look at the sky I see her.
The round paleness, the soft light.
She stays up all night and it's goats at five a.m.
The mass texts and little pieces she shares
All of it remind me I'm never forgotten.
Girls like her are the brightest light in the dark.
The oceans stretch out for her
As the wolves howl at her
Things made for fantasy call out,
Please give me a dream to live for.
Her eyes slit open, half awake, half alive
In the middle of a dark night.
She hears and she listens as she plays it out in her mind.
If the moon isn't a goddess,
Surely, it's because she has her hand in mine.