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"Look at the clouds, are they coming closer?"
The answer is yes but you don't respond. You look at me in your nonchalant way and I intend to figure it out for myself. Hands and no hands holding grasps with eyes and feelings that wrap themselves around trees to make sure we never stray our paths.
"Look at the clouds"
Don't cry, you are fucking beautiful and the night is coming to a close. Look around at the world and the cars, don't you see? Can't you see that the trees weep with sadness when you crawl. Up, you scream.
"Why are they red?"
The summer is almost over and the stars are hidden by layer and layers of evaporated tears. If we sit closely in the parking lot I'm sure we can see the fireworks hidden between the sky. Hold me for warmth as the wind is cold and will send shivers up and down my spine numerous times before the night is over. I know for certain if you touch my hand I will do the same. Did you see the flash? Nature's night-light speaks for my heart and the sky turns red with passion.
The stars were never broken, you tell me that they are mended and the sky will sparkle again. Wishing stars come out to play and I wish for them and for you as well.
Promises and hope because one day I will be a mended star and I can find it in my heart to love you, I know.
The answer is yes but you don't respond. You look at me in your nonchalant way and I intend to figure it out for myself. Hands and no hands holding grasps with eyes and feelings that wrap themselves around trees to make sure we never stray our paths.
"Look at the clouds"
Don't cry, you are fucking beautiful and the night is coming to a close. Look around at the world and the cars, don't you see? Can't you see that the trees weep with sadness when you crawl. Up, you scream.
"Why are they red?"
The summer is almost over and the stars are hidden by layer and layers of evaporated tears. If we sit closely in the parking lot I'm sure we can see the fireworks hidden between the sky. Hold me for warmth as the wind is cold and will send shivers up and down my spine numerous times before the night is over. I know for certain if you touch my hand I will do the same. Did you see the flash? Nature's night-light speaks for my heart and the sky turns red with passion.
The stars were never broken, you tell me that they are mended and the sky will sparkle again. Wishing stars come out to play and I wish for them and for you as well.
Promises and hope because one day I will be a mended star and I can find it in my heart to love you, I know.