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Jun 2018
Looking up at the glow of the sky
As the leaves fall slowly off the trees
Resting on the silent creek.
I imagine I painted the sky.
Wish you could see it.
The stars are waking up soon.
They don't shine the same when you're gone.
How I wish that you,
That you were right here right now.
You'd see the light in the sky
Slowly passing us by.

Diving into the blue of your eyes.
The city line is far from our sight.

Every time that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
If you're out there looking up
At the same stars
Thinking about me.

I remember the first time you brought me out here.
You said β€œTonight will change your life.”

Anytime that I
Stare up at the stars
I can't help but wonder
How many stars I saw
That first night
Nestled in your eyes.

Come back to me.
Come back to where were free.
Cranberry woods.
Cardboard-Jones
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