I want to take you by the hand and show you things
I want to talk about space
Roll my eyes at you when secretly I can't get enough
Show me your atmosphere
I want us to have separate constellations in the same Galaxy
I want to be able to see your star from mine
The patterns of light that make up who you are
The patterns only space knows of
I want you to explore
Admire every inch of what you find
Look for a vacancy among the stars that compose my thoughts
And feel so comfortable there that you never burn out
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
I want to take you by the hand and show you things
I want to talk about space
Roll my eyes at you when secretly I can't get enough
Show me your atmosphere
I want us to have separate constellations in the same Galaxy
I want to be able to see your star from mine
The patterns of light that make up who you are
The patterns only space knows of
I want you to explore
Admire every inch of what you find
Look for a vacancy among the stars that compose my thoughts
And feel so comfortable there that you never burn out
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