i envy the stars for looking down at you
when i miss you and theres nothing i can do
as i sit alone in the grass in early december
my heart begins to race as i remember
all the things you said about my eyes
and i lie down and start to cry
because i might never hear them again.
as the brightest star shines through.
i cant help but to think of you.
im still breathing so something must be right.
as i spill my heart to the stars all night.
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