Thursday, February 10, 2011


You are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Like a passing star.
And we are star-crossed.
But we always have been.
And you are wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
In a far away kind of way.
And I miss the kiss of closeness, and a friend.
I try and try to fake it.
Make it happen.
When it won't.
But you're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Passing star
In my sky.

1 comment:

  1. So here I am commenting. I LOVE IT! I love the picture and the words and the more words and everything. It makes me smile when I read it. Love you!


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