Late at night I sit here in my room
thinking about you and me,
I look out my window and wish
upon a star
wondering if your thinking of me too
there's times I think,
would you ever come back to me
or will you come back for someone
else except for me,
the day you throw the key of my heart away
my heart will be torn apart
and thats the day I'll know you
did'nt come back for me,
just remember if your ever feeling down
and need a friend to talk too
I'll always be here to sit down
and listen to your problems,
If you ever happen to think of me
just look at that one star
I once looked at.
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Purity and Decay
PoetryPoetry and wandering thoughts of a broken heart yet who always has hope of a beautiful heart!