185. We'll Be Together Someday

I might be broken, or lost,

and my heart may be covered

in what I believe to be frost,

but I loved her with all my heart.

She was my art, and I her artist.

And for that, I made a single wish.

For her to smile, to have happiness,

and all I did was stand from afar, 

I became the ghost of a shooting star.

In a place that was once quite aware

of the fact that I would always care.

And I never did have much to give,

but still, she always had me wanting to live.

All I could do then was rip out my heart,

and hand it to her as I fell apart.

And it would be a happily ever after

as she would have a part of me forever.

And with these final words, I must say,

we will be together… someday.