I aimed for the sky
and got myself to the moon
still,
i can't help but wish
you were my shooting star
so that you would quench
this burning desire
to have you all to myself
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
I aimed for the sky
and got myself to the moon
still,
i can't help but wish
you were my shooting star
so that you would quench
this burning desire
to have you all to myself
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