I point to the stars,
you say they're in my eyes.
I laugh and brush it off this time.
We're here at night,
but I miss the sun.
You tell me you are looking at one.
I ask you what your favorite planet is,
and then you do the same.
My butterflies are getting harder to tame.
I'd love to go to outer space,
see all the planets and the stars.
It's time to leave though now, so you walk me to the car.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
I point to the stars,
you say they're in my eyes.
I laugh and brush it off this time.
We're here at night,
but I miss the sun.
You tell me you are looking at one.
I ask you what your favorite planet is,
and then you do the same.
My butterflies are getting harder to tame.
I'd love to go to outer space,
see all the planets and the stars.
It's time to leave though now, so you walk me to the car.
first date in an alternate universe
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