we could sing soft lullabies under the stars,
songs about happiness and dreams
and a perfection that's flawed, a perfection
a perfection that's you.
we'd go to the park, maybe,
just to watch the wind kiss the flowers,
and you'd name all of them.
'just because they're lonely',
you'd say. 'just because
they need love too.'
you need love, too.
if your heart was a color,
it'd be bright, beautiful, and
crayola would be jealous.
you deserve dreams and hope,
a happy ending and a fairytale
worth believing in. you deserve
happy days, smiles. you deserve
a penguin named stuart and chocolate,
a comet and anything and everything else
you've ever wanted.
you deserve happiness.
the world will never lose its beauty
as long as you're in it.