Once in a while,
I'll be out late at night,
Staring at the twinkling stars,
My mind wandering to every aspect of life.
My mind wandering to the only two I can trust.
Their pain so real
And so much more than my own.
So, as I sit there staring at the stars,
I wonder why I got blessed with them.
Those two who keep me alive,
When I feel like I'm nothing more than another pain to them.
A shooting star goes by
And I wish their pain gone.
I wish that I could take their pain for them
And make them forget me.
So it will be easier for them
When I'm finally gone.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Once in a while,
I'll be out late at night,
Staring at the twinkling stars,
My mind wandering to every aspect of life.
My mind wandering to the only two I can trust.
Their pain so real
And so much more than my own.
So, as I sit there staring at the stars,
I wonder why I got blessed with them.
Those two who keep me alive,
When I feel like I'm nothing more than another pain to them.
A shooting star goes by
And I wish their pain gone.
I wish that I could take their pain for them
And make them forget me.
So it will be easier for them
When I'm finally gone.
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