Midnight
Midnight is my favorite time
It’s the darkest time of night but
It’s the brightest time to see the stars
So I stay up to watch them
because watching the stars can’t change
the stars move
The stars die and their explosions
are beautiful
the stars are born again
but they are still the stars
when i watch the stars the man in the moon
He watches with me, cycling,
we are friends the moon and i
he leave every day
but he always comes back
And he may not be visible but he’s their
you and me, our Love is like these stars
Trying to count it all is impossible
And trying to hold on leaves us grasping at nothing
we have to let them go and
hope they return tomorrow
But how long will they stay
How long before the man in the moon leaves
Before all the stars die off and are never reborn
before the
Sun goes away
No one can see it
and i may be just one in millions who watch the
million and one stars but i cannot forget that
these stars might kill me
drag me down with them till i am reborn as one of their own
as a million and one
i beg you please don’t let me go
don't let them take me away from you away from us
don’t let me explode before
you finish saying all your last words
please, stop the explosion so first we can be reborn
don't let me burn out a million and one times with these stars
because the fire that they will take me with it is bright
and your light is slowly fading and I don’t know if i'll be able
to see it over the beautiful explosion
all I ask is please don’t leave me
Don’t leave me in a crater
don’t leave me like the man in the moon each day
don’t leave me and never come back
because i won't be able you stay after that
after that i will let the stars take me
to finally meet the man in the moon
and i will never again meet you
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