I think that if you let me,
I'd treat you like the sky.
I'd join up all your insecurities,
And bundle all your flaws.
I'd create a new constellation,
And search for it endlessly.
I know you don't see yourself
The way I see you.
And you still argue,
I believe you are perfect,
And all the things you can't stand
about yourself,
are all the things I can't go a day without.
I think that if you let me,
I'd build an observatory,
just to show you
that all the stars will never shine as bright
as you.
Christina. 16. Some things just never change.
