I’ve taken my fair share of stars from the skies and places them in my veins
But I’ve given them and and bled them into constellations
Beautiful patterns that tell my story
Of pain and joy
And when the shooting stars
Go passing by they keep going
Around the stratosphere
Around and around but don’t burn out
My stars never go out
Reflected in my eyes
Blink and they might fade
but “never go away”
Monday, April 26, 2010
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