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But when all the lights abandon you,
When all the smiles they give shall fade,
When what you made of yourself disappear,
Turn yourself around and come back to me,
I will always be here, thankful that you have learned,
And gone back to what you were before. At end….end….end
happy

I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make

You’d been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look

Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever

Although you’ve left
And now walk above
I’m never alone
I’m wrapped in your love

Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you’ve gone  

stuck

Just hold on to me for a while
Let me breathe pour down your spine
Give me that love that I want
Tease me the way a lover should have

Caress me when I fall to sleep
And take my songs upon my dream
I couldn’t imagine those unworthy lies
But then i realize you’re the one that I belong to

May be time would explain what we’re going through
Each step will be memories that we’ll always hold on
I’m glad I stayed by your side
Love has been kind to me all along

Years may pass, as we break those translucent glass
The long wait will be over
Soon we’ll be together
And that hands your holding to
Will be mine.
 

I’ve been staring at the night sky for some hours now not because I’m worrying about something or thinking about someone. Not because I’m lonely and not because there’s nothing else to do. I’m here sitting at the doorway, my chin up, gazing tirelessly into the space above where the stars dance around the moon that stands out majestically. But I’m not fascinated by the moon. I like stars better. The moon is romantic as you see it but back in elementary they thought me that the moon’s light isn’t really her own. She is just reflecting the light of the sun. I was disappointed to know that. And it bothered me a lot.

The stars. Yes, the stars. They are what amuse me. But it’s not like I check on the internet or the Britannica just to know and memorize their names. Their virginity in my eyes is sacred. I don’t want to know their age, their distance form the earth, their brightness, and all that crap. I’m afraid that I might learn something ugly about them. I’m afraid to feel the disappointment I felt when I found out that my Beautiful Moon was faking her light, stealing it from the sun. They say she reflects. It was the same for me.

The stars somehow captivate me. Their dance, their enticing twinkles, piercing the velvet night skies. When I look at them, it seems like there’s a song that they sing. Yeah, there must be a song. It’d be boring to dance without muisic. They flicker, they twinkle, they shine, and every move they make is like a butterfly in my stomach. I am fascinated. Their beauty is exceptional.

Exceptional. That’s what I believe they are. There are questions to which I answer and it all makes sense to me. Why do some stars fall? Are they tired of dancing with the music that only they can hear? Are they bored looking down on us mortals? Or are they just so kind to fall because we want them to so that we could ask our selfish wishes? Selfish wishes. We wait for them to fall only to ask for what we’ve always lusted for. And when our wishes are fulfilled, we stay awake for another night waiting and wishing for another star to fall. That’s what we do. We don’t even consider if they ever get tired. Oh, well, irony, I guess. They have to fall only to give joy to most people. Ironic when the stars are those that dance the nights away yet we long to see the Beautiful Moon who cheats us by stealing the Sun’s (a star) light.

Another question, why are there no stars during the day? Is it because it is already so bright they think we don’t need them anymore? Is it because there’s already the blazing Sun? If it’s so, then the Sun must be their queen. Well, the only reason why the Sun is brighter is that it’s nearer the Earth. So it’s nearer the people. Yeah, you must have people to be a queen.

Another thing- the rain. Where are the stars when it rains? Are raindrops really the tears of the stars? If it’s true, then it’d make sense to me. We expect joy, contentment, and endurance from them. So when they cry, they hide. Like most people do. They don’t want us to see them suffering. We look up to them so they shouldn’t bring us down.

STARS. They are what amuse me the most in the skies. There must be millions of them, but for me, they’re all the same. They are my stars.

I’ve decided that when I die, I’d visit each one of them.