Lighthouse

Let’s be tragic, let’s be magic,

let’s set fire to the night.

Let’s write stories on our bruises

and make wrong feel so right.

Because loving you feels tender,

like a songbird in the trees.

Like a thousand tiny moments,

like a soft and summer breeze.

There’s poetry in your glances,

Chocolatey softness in your eyes.

You look like stained glass windows,

And heartbreak in disguise.

I’d follow you through amber fields,

Down roads kissed by regret.

Wear white dresses in the evening,

Pretend we never met.

Let’s drive until the night bleeds blue,

And morning cracks the sky.

Let’s carve our names in tree bark,

And never question why.

So kiss me on the staircase,

Hold me where it’s warm.

I’ll be your little secret,

Your lighthouse in the storm.