inflight

Where I see a thorn, he sees a rose

What I deem dead, he tends 'til it's grown

With his eyes I witness a world that seems brighter

When I call me a loser, he calls me a fighter

Where I see a rose, he sees a thorn

What he calls old, I call well-worn

With my eyes I see a boy worth protecting

And every corner of my heart, he's infecting

When I have a candle, he has a light

Two puzzle pieces, two-peas, pod tight

We're only beginning in ways that we're fitting

But I hope that it continues for life

A tendency to fly away, but his eyes, they make me stay

And I keep on coming back to the start

Inflight I'm all alone, and gravity finally feels home

It all just depends on what pins you down