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.