Looking at the night sky,
Lying next to you,
Wishing on shooting stars,
Hopping my wish well come true,
I turn & look over to you,
Youve closed your eyes,
Youve put arms around me,
Holding me close to close,
I push your hair back behind your ear,
Putting my hand against your face,
Thinking to myself,
How is it a girl like you,
Is with a guy like me,
I place my head against your,
& I close my eyes,
Holding you close to me,
Never wanting to let go of you,
As I fall asleep in your arm,
Still wishing on the shooting stars,
For this time together,
To never end.















Comments
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Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
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Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
--
Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
--
Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
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