Stars
The stars look so good from below
The mistletoe
But now they just remind me
Of the you I used to know.
Each star holds a memory
Of what we used to be
And now I’m out here wishing
You were still with me.
There is no need to fret
For you are not alone
The feelings that you feel
Are just a giant bowl.
You start out at the top
And slide your way on down
It won’t be long for you are strong
And no one can stay down.
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