She is my star.
My rock.
My water.
My warmth.
My smile.
I make sure she's cared for.
She makes sure I'm not dead yet.
But she doesn't have too.
Because as long as she is visible in the stars.
Then I'll be fine.
As long as I can see her hair.
I'll be fine.
I promise.
So don't worry.
Just don't leave me behind.
Because,
She is my star.
