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

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