Hands that reach up, pretending to grab a star.
Or at least to touch one.
It's the high you give, the hope I live for.
As the light seeps through my fingers, the tears cry “Freedom”
For all I can do is wish.
I wish on the star to give itself to you.
Just as you are a star that's been given to me.
It is your light that keeps me aware.
Aware that your warmth is true.
It is your warmth that melts my heart.
Melts the heart into a peaceful stream.
And air seems obsolete.
For you fill my lungs with something more pure than the air we breathe.
It's purity lined with sweet serenity.
Like the light of the stars, your love is just as pure and beautiful.




-not susan

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