I'll sit in the widowsill,
And stare at the sky,
Clenching my heart,
I still wonder why.
I sit and count each tiny star,
As tears roll down my cheek,
I become more and more sad,
Every day of the week.
The stars always shine,
Without any care,
I still clench my heart,
And say,"It's not fair."
Since you went away,
I've been lonely as can be,
And now all that's left,
Is the stars and me.
The Stars and Me
Created by browndog12
- Tagged:
- love ,
- death ,
- friendship ,
- me ,
- friend ,
- loss ,
- stars ,
- regret ,
- loneliness
Created by browndog12 on Saturday, May 10, 2008
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