A Map of the Stars

Scared, I destroy all the phones. Somewhere on the other lines lies a girl biting her lip. shut the door, we're in her warmth. Mother earth has something up her sleeve. I want to see you before I tell mom and dad how much I see in this. All of a sudden, suddenly. All of a suddenly wires and plastic rose through the air to greet me. I will sleep on a floor tonight. I will admit I was fine with the assist yet exploitation multiplied and grew and lastly grew again, only to come through the window in the form of a map of the stars in which you'd use to plan the route he'd take to travel back towards you. It was the gratitude in the are that night that separated every boy from all the men. My proposition: reverse the order. Let me come to your window in the form of a map of the stars. I know I'm not the only one that takes the ground that he steps upon and throws it to the sky in an attempt to answer all the "I wonder why"s. The skull is what's inside, the brain matter, it spews tonight. I want to feel you breathe. The pavement, itself, it melts, it melts itself. What I want, leave that out of this! As if Ken stood there atop his pedestal, built upon the distraught earth, it was demanded of me to ignore all I see in this. But before the punishment took hold, the degradation of my sky, you came to my window in the form of a map of the stars.