Sitting at the roof top
with hands digging in between your legs
as you hold me close with your arms on my waist
looking up to the night sky
spending hours on stargazing
which are smiling and blinking at us
jealously looking over us
as they cannot hold hands and love like us
up from the sky, they look at us
as if we were angels on earth
spreading the rhythm of love and care
I do not want to be a star
I want to be the girl who can hold your hands
living forever like this under the stars.
Thank God for saving me from being ur partner
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I don’t know what love u r spreading to make the stars envy
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If you dnt hv intentions to read….pls dnt..stop offending my words… you have no business here… pls find someone else to bother…
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