Stars captured on a ceiling with in

A house, the memories of sweet young skin

In my mind trapped

And for what? Love? That is my sin.

Tired of writing the meaningless

Just pretty words now let me confess

What I have really done

Under those bleeding stars.

How these scars formed before the first cut

Was even scorned,

By your smile.

He didn't have the right to touch me

But you did

And I wanted that ache to cease

And a caress for every crease

In my silken conscience

Caused by his stolen piece.

So forgive my silence

My seemingly strange ways

And just hold me in your eyes for a second

More than is necessary.

Restore my minds peace.