I like looking at the stars,
and thinking your name.
I like when it's 11:11,
and we're playing our game.
I like when I catch your scent in the breeze,
the musky-cigarette smell that puts me at ease.

I don't like, when I don't know who you're with,
and that girl constantly liking your Facebook pic.
I don't like, when you're disappointed,
or when you're annoyed.
I don't like to miss you.

But until the sun stops shining yellow,
and the moon stops shining white,
I'll stay true,
and hop on that flight.