you can never really make up for four years of wrongs, but

~

it's nights like these...
nights i'll never hold anything against her but my body,
but sometimes i think i'm the worst thing i could hold against her.
on nights like these...
every fight and wrong or right,
they just all fade from my memory when i see her in a crowded room.
never forget.
scientists would kill to get her dna-
just to figure out what gets the boys so addicted.
she's a star in the sky you can't see without a telescope-
a beauty like she possesses isn't meant for just any eyes.
it's nights like these...
you're not even worried about what's outside the window, the door...
the real stars are out of reach.
i stay for the ones under it.
under the blankets.
on nights like these...