Love

I filled his cup, but he stole from mine.

He drained my cup, just a couple of dried up

stars were left.

I was left empty for so long.

My cup of love was starting to crack.

Collecting dust and shattering.

I didn't even have any gorgeous sky to lose.

Then you started filling mine.

My cracks were healing, I didn't even know it.

I was filling yours after a while.

You were flooding mine with the night sky, stars

spilling over the rim.

Now I'm flooding yours.

My cup is finally healed.

No more cracks, just the inky sky and

your love.