For Every Love That Died

don't open your eyes just yet. I still haven't figured out a way to fix your name in the sky. so while you stand there with your hands over your eyes and a smile on your face, I'll wish I had all the right words to say at just the right times - words to fashion your regret into the snow you can't help but lose to the sun. and now I bare this burden - to mend every wound in her heart, piece together everything she's lost and somehow make her realize she is beautiful.