dreaming of you
Every one tells me how beautiful the stars are
and you tell me when you die
you want to be a star
and watch over those you care for,
I look down and laugh a little.
Because when you get up there those other stars dont have a chance.
You'll play in the sky and dance
and like always every one will stop and watch.
Those other stars
no, those other stars don't have a chance.
This poem is about:
Me