Before The Stars
Before the Stars
Wish to have her back
But decisions were made like a spark.
It's dark and am without a light,
Want the fire in her eyes to light my path
Its cold out there,
Want her heart to be my blanket
On her lap,
Do I want to hide my shaky body.
And all my fears,
A smile from her would chase.
A drop of her tears,
Will I make my last meal.
Before I die,
Want the stars to read about us .
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