Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
I'm a hopeless romantic.
You're a terrible flirt.
Cool and unfazed,
you're always amazed
when someone gets hurt.
I live on the blue planet
that I saw in your eyes,
but now I can't stay
knowing it's made
of beautiful lies.