have you ever watched the sky late at night?
how the stars shine so bright?
they look so tiny, so far to reach,
we can only touch them in our dreamswhen you see a mother with her new born child,
she wants him to be safe, it's her only desire,
sometimes I think, how would it be like to have a baby of my own,
how would it be like to see them grow?when you hug someone you love,
you feel as if nothing can go wrong.
nothing better than their touch, their arms around your waist
you don't ever want to be replaced.your group of friends, so big and so loud,
they never make you frown.
let's not forget those days were they give you letters,
they always know how to make you feel better.days were you dont feel so well,
you feel that you're in need of some desperate help,
and out of no where someone comes, someone truly stays,
then you know you'll never be the same.when you pass by a place that reminds you about a distant memory,
a place that you thought was empty.
you immediately remember every single detail of that day,
you wish it could all be replayed.the moment you decide to read, because you feel like it's your escape.
you feel that nothing can ruin that tiny space.
you enjoy it so much, you make it your own.
and suddenly you feel different, out of this world.when you grab an album and start looking at the pictures
you're embracing all of it's tiny features.
looking at them you see different people, memories and even laughs,
it's amazing how it can fit in a photograph.that moment when your favorite song comes on,
you want people to dance along,
for them to feel the way you do about it,
for it to be a song that will never be forgotten.so many tiny details we take for granted each day,
so many tiny details we wish they'd stayed.
forget about who you lost, stop thinking about what you did so wrong.
start thinking about yourself, start by being someone else.
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