Stars

Wed, 07/29/2015 - 01:22 -- Hazel.O

I have this reoccurring dream. 

Me laying outside on a blanket watching the stars with "you"

But "you" seems to change every time I do. 

I've always been fond of the nighttime sky.

Even though I know it sounds pretty cliche to want to be laying there with some guy. 

But I've come to realize it's not just some guy. 

It's you. 

It's stupid, I know but I really want to.

I want to lay there with your hand in mine.

Whenever I think about it the stars aline. 

It may be silly but I know that it's true.

The only person I want is "you" 

This poem is about: 
Me

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