Late nights
Car rides
Came into my life
Like the most beautiful star
In the dark sky.

Souls made of broken promises
And shattered dreams,
Trying to find a safe haven
In the arms of the other.

Will the demons that haunt us
Dance together?
Will they destroy
One another?

Souls made of scars,
Our shattered pieces
Trying to fit one another.

Is it too early,
Is it too late?

Late nights,
Car rides,
A dance of naked bodies
In the moonlight.

Shattered souls
Of broken promises.

Will this, too,
Become nothing more
Than a memory—
A story our future selves
Tell about the past?