If you enter my life, Will you keep my sky full of clouds? I met you at a dead tree during spring, And the day the leaves flourished with colour Was the day you left- We're not supposed to be the same... And maybe that's the point. You're like the night sky, Dark but filled with bright stars In another sign of cruelty, I still see the beauty in your eyes that you try to darken If a normal soul can cry, Can you?