Gwen Stacy

This is goodness, this is selflessness
Open chested
Your eyes in mine
When one turns cold
The others make a fire
You try to run away
You can't escape the warmth
This is family
this is pure
And my death comes before a single hair on your head is harmed
I love you
This is what you do for the ones you love
To the gates, or to your knees
My beating heart is just a canvas for your name
Write it down
Return it to the sky
Falls like ashes