Under the stars.
Where the crickets chirp,
And Facebook doesn't strip you of your dignity.
Come walk with me,
Where we talk about everything
While we talk about nothing,
And everything feels right.
Come lay by me,
Under the stars.
I hold out my hand,
but wait...it was once your hand that wanted mine.
I lay under the stars,
With your silhouette looking down on me.
And you frown,
Disappointment creeping over both of our faces.
And you walk away.
Leaving me under the stars.
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