you ground me
keep me heavy
my beloved lead balloon
my gravitational pull
a silvery moon with black eyeliner
and a penchant to croon
you are the reason to my ever changing tide
you keep me from the wild
the reign to my free charge
you keep my free spirit level
funereal beauty I long to trap
you are the perfect boy
and you belong in a perfect world
I would trade my life
for another second of you.