And suddenly every song,
poem,
and shooting star,
Was about you.
And I wondered
If that would ever stop:
If every star,
Birthday cake,
And wishbone
Would always be for you.
Or if one day
I could wish on something new.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
And suddenly every song,
poem,
and shooting star,
Was about you.
And I wondered
If that would ever stop:
If every star,
Birthday cake,
And wishbone
Would always be for you.
Or if one day
I could wish on something new.
I'll always hope for you.
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