We were just as perfect at night when nothing and nobody could touch us
silver moths dancing in neon lights.
we watched all the stars fade and die then you picked them up and painted them.
i said one day ill be a faded star
and you just shook your head no.
you drew goddesses and angels and everything else, then one day you painted me and i cried.
it was cold and we stood in your yard so long my tears started to freeze
on your shoulder. you smiled and said i was a masterpiece.