The things that never will (or was it the Will that never thinks? Honestly it's been so long that I forgot)

I stargaze in my own room,
with thought of holding you.

The melody of songs I don't know,
make me wonder what there is to behold.
With a gentle laugh,
I stand starstruck by your words.

Like a child I stand below it all,
seeing colour that aren't letting you go,
as the stars paint a portrait of your smile,
I am caught stargazing in my own room.

And the sky turns back to white,
as the ceiling lights up from the cars passing by,
but the thought of you stands still.
The thought of the things that never will.

Pale beauty

White as the cold snow,
pure and gentle is your touch,
you are a blessing.