midsummer dreams
moonlit nights
hanging by the window
stolen fairy lights

on my bedside table
there's a mason jar
it was empty before
but now it's got a star

a broken piece of pure gold
like a shining firefly
a slight smile on my face
as innocent as a white lie

the next full moon
you come back home
and my jar is so full
there's nowhere to roam

the night is cold
strong breeze, starry skies
it knocks the jar down
the stars scatter and disappear in your eyes

glittering with ashes of stardust
hues of cerulean blue
i can't look at my jar of stars again
but it's alright, i can stare at you