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265 · Apr 2014
Wish upon a star.
Jasmine Sasser Apr 2014
Be here,
be there,
be everywhere.
Alone to look at the starry sky,
alone to watch to night go by.
Afraid to share your hopes and dreams,
that once had died like the stars that you watch fly.
Bring yourself to a stand and let it all go.
Let it fall free from the bags you held it all so close.
What do you do?
You let him in, and no he's gone.
He ran away.
Far, Far, away.
You tried to convince him to stay.
He wouldn't listen to your words.
He would listen to your movements.
The dance that you had shared...
forever lost on one side.
The choreography was beautiful.
Like a dream come true,
but soon it turned in to a nightmare.
The crowed all cheered,
Clapped, and whooped.
It was the end of the show.
The curtain was called.
They didn't know that there was another act.
You took his hand as they all clapped.
You slapped on a smile, and bowed with the crew.
You where the only one that seemed to notice.
It wasn't suppose to end.
Maybe it was in your mind.
Or maybe it was in the script.
Whatever it was it was time to make a new wish.
When you went back stage.
You where in a field of dreams.
You looked up at the sky, and then be your side.
He was gone... but you are stronger now.
You are always stronger in the end.
As you looked up at the sky.
You had a new wish in mind.
All you had to do was find a way to fly.
When you lay down to rest.
Your dream came true.
You flew, and you flew.
You flew over the ocean.
You flew over city's and Fields, and in to the sky.
The dark blue starry sky.
You became a star.
A bright and shinning star... full of vibrant life.
You dance and you play, and you fly all night.
Your wish came true.
Surrounded by bliss.
That's all you could wish.
189 · Apr 2014
Butterfly.
Jasmine Sasser Apr 2014
Down by the river. .
Where the rocks are turned pale.
Down by the river.
Behind me was a tree.
I let my thoughts wonder.
I ponder what my life is suppose to be.
The wind speaks it's song,
and the river flows along.
A dance that I’m lucky to see.
What am I going to do with me?
A butterfly fly’s by, and doesn't stop to look behind.
We can learn a lesson form that butterfly.
The past is the past, don't forget it, but move on from it.
The future is the future, don't worry about it, but don't forget to dream it.
The present is the present, it is where you want to be.
It is where you will meet me.
The longer we look behind the worse it seems.
If we learn to let go.
To brush it all off.
To stand up and sing, or dance along.
To stop and smell the roses.
To live life to the fullest.
Then we will be like that butterfly.
Not a care in the world.
Not an ounce of unhappiness.
You will be full.
Not be able to ask of anything more,
because we have everything we want.
Everything we need.

— The End —