Pearls and stars

You were sand,
you were roses,
and you were my stone.

You are, already, what i deserve
from this burnin’ existence.

All of my time,
spending to cross the mistery way
to the substance of my mind.

Wish you to be breath,
like my whole life is.

Wish you to be black,
like the same roses
that are grown on my lips.

 Old tears were running from my eyes.

But laughing,
I chose pearls and stars.

The only reason is to accept the fallen.
I must be me.

I want to be your moon,
like you are my mystical sun.