Fvr !

we lie beneath a sky stitched together by forgotten stars,

trading the darkest corners of our souls like sacred prayers.

You speak of life; I speak of forever.

The night wraps around us like a velvet grave,

yet somehow your heartbeat is the only thing

that makes the darkness feel like home.

If tomorrow stole you from this world,

the moon would lose its light for me,

because every dream I have begins with your eyes

and every reason I breathe ends in your hands.

So let the heavens bear witness—

if my soul is destined to wander,

let it wander only where yours exists,

for a life without you is not a life at all,

but an endless night with no moon to guide me home.