Poetry

I want the stars at night instead because
I cant put on his heart he said
I wore my love around the moon
As big and as bright
As a star lit night
The leaves turned us fall
And the winter turned us cold
But no matter where i'm taken 
My love still tends to grow
I want the sun to warm myself because
Now his warmth is for somebody else
From blue skies to better days
The birds chirp a song that is sung to me
But only in an unkindness of a melody
I want the wind through my hair instead because,
His fingertips are moving through the back of her head
Her highlights shine through his skin
As he makes his way to her chin
I want my lips against my own because,
His lips are filled with hers whenever they're alone
They are filled with trust and with hope
Something that everyone quotes
But my first love was a murder
So i give to you 
My first love surrender.