Second Chances
I met a boy one electric night.
He drowned me in his flashing eyes.
He told me his love would outlast
the fire of each star in the sky.
A danger ran through his fingertips,
I drank it into my veins.
I found I couldn't breath without the air
that cried out around his name.
He showed me the breadth of the world,
the edge where night melts into day.
I guess that's where I lost myself
when all of his promises blew away.
I found those stars in the sky
we used to count for all our worth,
had burnt out long before their light
died from my lonely place on Earth.
I met a boy one silver dawn
whose laugh grew into my soul unaware.
He was like the dandelions you didn't miss
until winter has stripped you bare.
His fingertips were a melody
that pieced together broken things.
In his voice I found a home where
I could breath on my own again.
He could not show me the world
the edge where wilderness births art,
but he taught me how to fit it
between the beat of his open heart.
He could not save the stars
that died in the black by themselves,
but he taught me how to catch them
in my dreams before they fell.
In the warmth of his eyes I found
the girl I had always been,
and the promise of an unbroken future
streaming through fingers in the wind.