Spark - a poem about my oc ship

I often found myself wishing

That I could capture a star

Keep some light to myself

From a firefly in a jar

When you live two years in the dark

You find yourself wishing for a spark

But that was before I met you

By coincidental circumstance

In my heart were ballerinas

That began to soar and dance

Pliés, jetés, you name it

I couldn’t pin them down

If you claim to be king of this messed-up world

I’ll help carry your crown

Because it wasn’t just me

Who felt lost and alone

Spinning around aimlessly

In a dark tunnel on her own

No, it wasn’t just me

You were unhappy too

But your spark ended up being me

In the same way that mine was you

the ship is my friend's oc and miguel o'hara. idc your opinion on that cringe culture is dead