Oh how I miss the stars,
The ones in the sky that I would often gaze upon,
always thinking of you.
Those stars always made my heart feel heavy.
Made me feel like I was so large, and so small.
Eventually those stars in the sky were replaced by the stars of your eyes,
the little reflection of your glasses, the one's I picked for you.
I stopped going out and looking at stars once winter came.
But that was okay, because I had your stars.
Now it's heating up,
and we're cooling down.
I'll be reunited with my old stars soon,
Just after I've said goodbye to yours.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
Oh how I miss the stars,
The ones in the sky that I would often gaze upon,
always thinking of you.
Those stars always made my heart feel heavy.
Made me feel like I was so large, and so small.
Eventually those stars in the sky were replaced by the stars of your eyes,
the little reflection of your glasses, the one's I picked for you.
I stopped going out and looking at stars once winter came.
But that was okay, because I had your stars.
Now it's heating up,
and we're cooling down.
I'll be reunited with my old stars soon,
Just after I've said goodbye to yours.
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