You painted a world so bright,

Right in those beautiful cinnamon eyes;

Lumining the glow of starry summer nights.

You had a sweet innocence in everything you dreamt about,

But babygirl, it isn't your fault the stars started to fall out.

Your wrists weren't theirs to tie a rope around.

How could they not see, all the dreams they had caused to drown?

The tears in your eyes taste saltier now,

But please hold onl;

I promise you,

You'll be dressed in robes of glimmering sunshine once again,

For all the love in the world is yours to gain.