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The Star

There's something about looking at stars that makes me think of everything Makes me think of you, makes me think of me I don't really know what it is about looking at stars that does that Sticky stars on my roof Stars in the sky They all bring me to us I don't know if it's the universe telling me that you're the one it has intended for me I don't know if it's because we talked about the moon more than our days I don't if it's because without the stars there'd be no sun And that's you You were the sun and I was the moon And we loved to say it You were the shine that made me glow I was the light that lit your night But why is it universe That I can stare at your stars and think of my sun But I can't have him Is he destined to be a star My sun Distant and untouchable Warm and good But not meant to be touched held or loved
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Written by
lilliek
Published
Apr 7, 2017
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#love#heartbreak#sun#moon#hope#art#stars#inspiration#nights
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