The sky is the limit...you beyond.
Heart-years away...in another galaxy..yet I search on.For you...For you my attempts, to sweep you of your feet, seem to be going around orbiting my heart..on and on.I keep on..Keeping my eyes on you hoping yours will spot mine.Keep on replaying memories...of past times..in my mind.You are there...keeping me company.The irony...been months since you were centimeteres near me....Im an astronemer...pointing my telescope to the sky.Each night.I look for you...try to discover you.But my lens is blurry...producing a hew.Which I cant see through.Because of that...I wana see you but I cant.Frustrating reality.Of which I choose...well try to choose not to live...A ship with torn sails.Im running around in circles to no avail....A star.In my heart.You seem so close yet you so far...Ive accepted that I wont get you but I cant help but hope.That this is a late night soap[ie]. And you'll be back soon.In my camping chair wiping the lens.I cant help but feed my imagination with endless posibilities...even if.Like this...they dont make sence.
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