Because I won’t let you turn the lights off tonight.
You can’t close the curtains on my stage.
You may throw swords and knives,
but I have a shield of love.
And I won’t let you paint on my stars.
Darkness is light.
The pale mint leaves
budding and blossoming.
The sun rising from its nest,
tossing flowers of gold into the horizon.
f you shatter my heart,
I’ll pick up the pieces
and glue it back together.
Because I won’t let you steal my spotlight.
I am drawing my own constellations in the stars.
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