I like my coffee strong
And you don't like it at all
I have cereal for dinner
When you're already, fast asleep
You love the day time
While I live for the night
We're two stars, no constellation
You say we're perfect
I know, there's no such thing
You dream of me, my dreams are empty
All you want, is for me to smile
So I painted one on for you, to stay
The warm nights, and the cold mornings
For us to make sense
But that's why we're destined to be
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
