You're leaving
On a trip of majesty and wonder
Your reading
A poem by your lover
Parts of it make you cry
Others scare you to death
There are parts where you ask Why?
There are parts where you hold your breath
Through all of this it makes you smile
The fact that you'll see me in a while
Like you've never left at all
You know I'll always know where you are
In short au revoir, mon etoile
Goodbye my star
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
You're leaving
On a trip of majesty and wonder
Your reading
A poem by your lover
Parts of it make you cry
Others scare you to death
There are parts where you ask Why?
There are parts where you hold your breath
Through all of this it makes you smile
The fact that you'll see me in a while
Like you've never left at all
You know I'll always know where you are
In short au revoir, mon etoile
Goodbye my star
(c) Steven Forrester
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