He watches the world 

behind closed doors

With love at the back of his mind

He thinks of far off places

And prettier, happier times

He holds his heart inside his hand

He hides it from the world

He only let's it out to shine when no one is around

The heart is made of glass

And has been broken several times

But he's glued it back together 

And taught it to be a mime.

He's locked inside the thought as though no one can make him happy

Or feel warm

Or feel butterflies

But he doesn't know how beautiful she sees the heart

Or how the cracks make it shine brighter

And sing sweeter, meaningful tales

Or how she'd do anything to have that boy feel whole again.

Or how she'd set his heart on the highest shelf for everyone to see.

They'd all look up and wonder who polished it so clean

And wish to have it on top their Christmas tree.

He's a star and he's going places. 

He's got the sharpest cut.

He has the brightest heart.

And she longs to be his forever

To own the glass heart

And to show him how beautiful he is

And how lucky he will be.

But he misses something greater

It was ripped out of the book not too long ago. 

And the pages still all bleed.

And his time is almost done here.

But he's a star

And he's going places

And she longs to be his forever.